TASK FORCE AEGIS SAFEHOUSE
MANAUS
Province of Amazonas, Brazil
The city of Manaus was a bustling city, despite the heavy military presence by local Brazilian Government Forces in wake of the Blackbear Movement's (MUP) presence in the area. As civilians milled about, cars rode past assorted checkpoints and military Toyota Hiluxes, a small, rundown looking house could be seen tucked in the back alleyways. This house, was supposedly abandoned for 8 years, back when Manaus was a desperate fight between the Brazilian government and the insurgents. Within this house were a multitude of various, and expensive looking military hardware, as well as a small, fully-stocked armoury, and three men: MARCO, ALVES, and of course, Hoffman.
Both Marco and Alves (obviously not their real names) were attachés from the Brazilian Special Operations Command (C Op Esp), and were meant as local interpreters between Task Force Aegis and their Brazilian counterparts. As this was a joint operation between C Op Esp and Aegis, the two had to work close together. Tonight, was the night where they would commence Operation Amazon against the MUP's presence in northern Brazil.
"Alex," Marco, a fairly tall and older man, stood beside Hoffman was he said his name. "Where is your unit?"
"On the way man." Hoffman responded, gesturing to outdoors. "We had different inserts and are finding our own ways here via civilian transport."
"And their equipment?" Alves, the younger of the three, piped up from the corner of the meeting room; what used to be the living room of the house was now covered in old furniture and various ashtrays filled to the brim with cigarette butts. "How did they smuggle it onto civilian transports?"
"The CIA flew in their equipment last night and deposited it here." Hoffman waved his hand, dismissing the thought. "Besides, if they're missing anything, I both have a reason to yell at the pencil-pushers up north, and also they're pretty fucking smart, they can figure it out."
"Roger." Alves shrugged and produced a cigarette pack from his front breast pocket, taking one out and lighting it. "Can't wait to meet their friendly faces, yeah?"
Hoffman grunted, stepping a few steps back from Alves' smoking habits as the room fell silent once again, with only the nighttime traffic outdoors the only sounds present in the house.