Ramstein AFB
Ramstein-Meisenbach, Germany
1000 Hours
SSO Julia "Venom" Smith
Hermes 2-5
A light rain washed the pavement of Ramstein AFB as Venom observed the happenings of the base, clipboard tucked under one arm. Her nut brown eyes scanned the flight line as a multitude of C-130s and various other transport aircraft prepped for flights to wherever they were needed. She strode along a pathway that had been chiseled out for managers just like her to come and go as needed. She passed several people on her way, the other USAF personnel knowing better than to say anything other than a pleasant greeting.
She arrived at her destination, a hangar that housed a single MC-130J, which had been scrubbed of all its USAF identification and given a new set of numbers. She prowled about the hangar in search of its crew. She found them loitering around a table that had been set up under the left wing of the aircraft.
"Morning James." She said, the pilot turned from his game of cards to face her.
"Morning boss, what brings you here?" He asked. Venom got right to the point.
"I'm going to need you to lift three operators to Al Dhafra Air Base. Here is the list of the kit they'll be bringing." She said, handing over the clipboard to the crew. They pored over it for a moment before the pilot responded.
"Sounds simple enough, does this have anything to do with us flying Steel to Al Dhafra a few weeks back?" Venom nodded silently. James grunted.
"Well then, we can be ready to lift off by 1800 Hours. I presume you'll get us the necessary clearance?"
"When have I ever failed you?" She asked, a smile creeping onto her face. James chuckled.
"Fair enough." Venom turned to walk back out the hangar.
"While you guys get set up, I need to get your cargo briefed. Catch ya later." She said. She made her way to one of the many small buildings that dotted Ramstein AFB, this particular one was tucked into a corner of the base, surrounded by other buildings. Non-descript in every fashion. She opened the door, revealing a decently furnished lounge area, housing a 52" TV and couch, as well as a small fridge. She helped herself to a can of Coca-cola, before she found a seat at a small table and waited for the TFG operators to arrive.