Last night I managed to infiltrate my way into the TG-7th elite training program in order to conduct some espionage work upon them. My insertion went perfectly to plan, and using the advanced 42nd stealth technology, I was able to approach their position quite close without being noticed.

I found them all congregated on a hill. My first thoughts were that they were pouring over a map or a technical document, but eventually I worked out that they had just begun to play strip poker.



They were all playing cards apart from the one they call JMJ. It is quite clear to me that this guy is insane, and the 7th use him as a shock troop device, sending him hurtling into the enemy to disrupt them so that the rest of the forces can secure the area.

Like a trapped animal in the zoo he simply repeatedly performed the same trick over and over.




Running up the hill and across the ridge, only to hurl himself down the steep cliffside.



However his joyous giggling and frothing at the mouth did not last long, as he threw himself down just a little too vigourously, snapping his neck like a knife in the back.




Focusing back on the card game it was clear that Bommando was about to lose, and in my haste to retreat from such a potentially devastating sight i accidentally stepped on a twig, which alerted them to my presence. Immediately they threw down their cards (but fortunately nothign else) and started to search for me. I thought I was going to be discovered right away. Moving quickly the 7th decided to practice their observational skills...



...but try as they might they couldn't locate me.



Bommando decided then to move into the CO position to see if he could locate any intruders. Just as he did so the rest of the 7th quickly manouevred into the 'artillery me' formation. Such was his chargrin that Bommando forgot the scan, and I went undetected once more.



I decided to retreat to the safety of the roof, but on the way I was spotted by Tac-D. Knowing that I would surely be captured and tortured I realised there was only one thing to do...



fortunately amongst all the other teamkilling this takedown went un-noticed.

Once on the rooftop I layed low. Amongst all the wild firing there were a few incidents of friendly fire. I was unfortunate enough to witness FriedFish catch a bullet in a nasty place - but not as unfortunate as Bubba who had to patch it with a medkit.



Realising that there was nothing to fear from their disorganised and careless ways, I launched some smoke and made my escape.




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