Beacon Field seemed to seemed to often be a beehive of activity, with troops, vehicles and support personnel moving about almost constantly. A collection of courtyards, hangars and buildings surrounded the main tower that served as not only air traffic control, but also a major comm hub to send messages to the other military bases throughout Remnant. Sitting near the base was the massive airstrip, which also seemed to be bustling with activity from time to time. And right now, the woman placed in charge of special forces units was looking over the briefing for the operation as well as the files of the personell whom she knew were the most qualified for the operation, which had been codenamed WATCHMAN. The older woman ran a hand through her hair as she read over the brief once again.
Personally, I would have liked something more apt for the name of this operation, but I don't make the rules in this military. I just take what's handed to me down the pike.
In the meantime, the personell that were going to be sent on the operation were getting ready for their briefing. Bianca, with her weathered face, brown hair and green eyes, was cleaning up her M1911, while Biyu paced about, waiting for the other members of the team to arrive. Brianna's HK416 was propped up against crate in front of her, with Biyu's own imposing 870 magpul shotgun slung over her back, and her pistol resting in its black thigh holster.
C'mon...where are they...the briefing is going to be in thirty minutes, and I don't want to be late...
(note: I renamed Brianna to Bianca. Just posting here to erase confusion)