Task Force 141 Members Female の小説・ストーリー

“Fine. Get me five names by this afternoon and we’ll approach them. As for the female assets, we need a selection of our she-wolves who fit the demographic. We can always dye hair, but natural blondes would be better. Right age range, right skill set.” “What about Larkin?” Blake asks. His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the room. Pearson’s head snaps around to stare at my second. Henderson, however, is already nodding. The others just look confused. “Don’t think I haven’t considered that, but she’s—” “She’s not a Task Force member,” Pearson interrupts, outrage clear in his tone. “Who is Larkin?” Grady asks, looking between them. “She’s the most impressive warrior I’ve ever seen,” Blake s

He didn't have to fight a one-man war. The very next day, the special task force touched down in Jenton. The head of the team, Patricia Shaffer, was a middle-aged woman three years older than Joseph. She seemed highly capable. Though her looks were plain, her eyes reflected a sharp mind. The rest of the team consisted of three women and five men. Patricia and her aide came to see Joseph. Before saying a word, they swept his office for listening devices. Only when they were sure the room was clean did they get down to business.

"But we don't sacrifice children to maintain secrecy. Some things are worth the cost." The vote was called. Unanimous: coordinate simultaneous assault on all seven facilities within forty-eight hours. Anya was appointed overall commander, with operational control across all strike teams. "I need team leaders," she said. "People I trust absolutely. Alexei for Lagos. Nikolai for Singapore. Morozova for Prague. Eriksson for Denver. Konstantin for Mumbai. Kessler for São Paulo. And I'll handle Tokyo personally with Dimitri." "Why Tokyo for you?" Alexei asked.

The war room had never felt more aptly named. Dante's most trusted team filled the space Ghost, Marco, and eight other men I'd seen around the building but never formally met. Veterans, all of them. The kind of soldiers who'd seen real combat before transitioning to private security. Men who knew how to plan an assault and execute it without a second thought. And me. The only woman in the room. The only person who wasn't technically trained for what we were about to do. I was in training mentally.

"Tindo told them we were monsters. Malik proved it to them on national television. They know what's coming up the highway." Baraka turned to face his makeshift army. It was a ragtag, desperate assembly. At its core were the forty-two hardened, deeply traumatized veterans of Task Force Eclipse, clad in their sterile grey prison jumpsuits and scavenged tactical vests. Flanking them were thirty civilian volunteers from the Warren—bakers, mechanics, and teachers whose only combat experience was surviving the purges. They carried rusted pipes, wooden bats, and the sheer, desperate willpower to protect the families they had left behind in the dark.

The Evan and the others filed in and clustered around the coffee cart, pouring themselves a drink. "Any idea what we're in for?" Jamie asked Logan. "None." Logan stopped and stared back toward the elevators. Evan glanced over his shoulder and saw Tucker keeping pace with Agent Zora Clark. Agent Clark was not, in fact, a man. The Task Force's assistant director was a statuesque black woman with short hair and a penchant for strong suits. She was as direct as she could with them be which Evan appreciated. She told them what she could and if she couldn't she let them know her hands were tied.

She ran a hand over his firm ass, then gave it a hard slap before leaping for a towel. *** They sat around the table, stuffed to the gills, listening to Lizzy tune her guitar. She sat next to Johnny as he traced lazy fingers over the back of her neck. “Why do you refer to Ryker’s team as the ‘threes’?” Lizzy asked. Donnie looked for confirmation from Johnny before answering. “We can’t give you any specifics, but there are six teams situated around the world. We all work for a task force that identifies key militant leaders and topples them from their infamous perches. Leaders who have gained momentum and power and are a direct threat to US assets and facilities. Men who are protected by mone

I started shaking again. There was a loud growl now and Andrea and I were forced to end our nattering. That must be the SLC. “And are all of them new recruits?” A deep voice said. “Yes, commander.” “Speak louder!” “YES, COMMANDER!” “And how many females do we have here?” Oh no. Moon goddess, please save us. “Uhm. Commander. The Tshei Rogues have five females with them. The Gyriis Rogues have seven, while the Ruiyan Rogues…”

Terrence asked Ross. "Obviously, obviously. I vow to get the killer at the earliest opportunity," Ross replied. "Indeed, good. Web cop Judy, the previous commander of the American Hacker Union; Forensic Doctor Bowman, the President of the American Forensic Association; and Trace Expert Hart, the President of the American Criminal Technology Association-the work force appointed to you are for the most part elites. Notwithstanding Monica and an extraordinary criminal investigator like you, the five individuals from the Special Task Force are finished. From today onwards, the Special Task Force will be laid out, and its name will be Zero."

And these leaders were all under the king and queen's command although for now, the king's command is still their priority. Three women were assigned in the defense team as the leaders of the research group, action group and healing group. The research group is the team that focuses on researching. The action group is the team that always helps researchers by creating their research and assisting them. The healing group is the group that focuses on healing their injured or sick members—they are basically a bunch of highly skilled doctors that are only for the group and they are also tasked in making medicines.