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Cortez looked over the roster. It was amazing to him that Lieutenant Castillo would dare presume to make recommendations to the roster for his away team. Three of the members on the team had prior experience in demolitions and infiltration. One was a former failed pilot, the other a medic, and the last was a cadet straight off the boat.
"Jesus" he moaned aloud from his office, likely someone downstairs would hear if it wasn't for the sound proofed glass.
Infiltration of a Romulan stronghold, cooperation with another special forces unit and demolitions of said stronghold. This was a tricky mission for one reason alone, you had to be able to hold up against scrutiny and be quick on your feet. Not to mention they still hadn't been formally briefed yet.
Special Forces were a cut above the rest, but there was a major difference between a Special Forces Cadet and a Special Forces Weapons Specialist. One was trained to stand straight, be quiet and learn and the other was trained to snap your neck whilst he smiled at you in the mirror.
His destination was the holodeck where he had his security staff honing their hand to hand combat skills in rotating shifts. The rest of the security staff were busy scrambling around the ship. Ducking through Jeffry's tubes and over other obstacles. The ship still needed to be checked over one more time for any bad guys that may have snuck aboard. The rest of the them were directing regular crew members about the ship in one last security sweep so Cortez could deliver Rojac his personal security seal of approval.
Entering the holodeck he quickly stepped to the side and stayed to the rear. The fighting was fierce, but not to the point that caused injury. If you lost the fight, you knew it. He stood back with his arms crossed surveying the fighting. It wasn't often that they were called upon to use hand to hand skills since most of the fighting was done from a distance with phasers. But every now and then you were put into a position where not knowing how to defend yourself without a weapon could mean your life. Richard was just about to turn to check on the others when some random voice came over the comm, "Major Cortez, Operations is done with Cargo Bay three".
"On my way", Cortez responded and just as quietly as he had entered, left the holodeck and made his way to the cargo area.
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Major Richard Cortez
USS Chimera
CSEC