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He had been in the U.S. Marine for 8 years. 8 years! But when he signed up for the CDT, though he didn’t get sent through boot camp again, he was bestowed the rank of Private like everyone else. He understood the need for equal treatment of all recruits, but they could’ve at least started him at Lance Corporal.
Tabrizi also could’ve also done with a team transfer. His team consisted of:
1. Himself. A highly trained ex-marine.
2. Rector Ore. A rehabilitating dr*g addict who mutated to control fire. Not a great combo.
3. Doc. A paranoid Doctor who wears a hazmat suit at all times.
4. The only sane one, Monty, who has the mutant ability to shoot lasers from his hands. He’s quiet, and he doesn’t use guns.
5. And finally, Shrubdy. This is a literally bush who mutated to have human intelligence. This also apparently came with homicidal tendencies, and Tabrizi isn’t sure that one day it won’t snap and kill everyone.
Of course, there was his other teammate who defected, but he’s dead to him and the rest of the team.
Recon Team Delta has been sent on a mission to Netgaris’ old shop. Sergeant Major Diesel wanted them to clear out any scrappers, and put a temporary guard on the place. Tabrizi wondered whatever happened to Netgaris. Most say he died, others claim to have spotted him in the city around the old zoo, but personally Tabrizi thought he was living in a cave near his shop, waiting to make a dramatic reappearance.
As they approached the shop, they could see people hanging around the overturned hummer. “Yup, scrappers. Just like the boss lady said,” Shrubdy remarked. “I don’t think so,” Doc countered, “they are all wearing green.” Rector shaded his eyes. “Some of ours? I didn’t think any other team had been ordered here,” Rector said. “No one has...” Tabrizi said, “stay sharp.”
They continued to approach the shop, and noticed that the people around it were in fact wearing old WWII style military gear. “Ugh,” Rector scoffed, “Highwaymen.”