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Delsin couldn't compute what he just heard. Him? In a special forces team? His mouth was a little open with his eyes wide, shock obviously dominating his features. He just couldn't understand it, he knew he was good but to be deployed this quickly? Thinking more if the subject Delsin regained his composure as he debated his options. He could definitely win any test with the right team... So was he the first? Based off of how Lukas introduced the proposition he would have to guess he was. Biting his lower lip Delsin's pensive face scrunched up as he continued with the internal struggle.
With a sigh Delsin looked Lukas in the eyes and nodded with a small smile, before bringing up his bag in his lap while sitting in the booth. He opened it revealing his Hecate II .50 caliber rifle, the newest addition to the Russian arsenal. It was designed to destroy anything from people to tank tracks. With it he could, in theory, hit a target well over two miles away with little trouble. He had yet to use the rifle since his last one was currently being re-serviced with a few new additions like a bipod, range finder, etc. His last and favorite rifle was a new hybrid of the a Mosin Nagant and the American M40A5. These two combined legends made the most accurate and precise rifle in the entire armed forces of any country. The only problem was it was so precise that the smallest twitch meant you missed, leaving only a handful of men able to use it successfully. Delsin proceeded to unload and strap his gear on, applying his black forearm and leg braces with his reversed Russian camouflaged cap securely fastened to his head keeping his hair out of his eyes. Proceeding to place his side arm 9mm pistol to his left calf he looked to Lukas, motioning to follow him. He noticed the convenient signs on some of the walls in several languages, making it easy to find the training grounds