Silent And Deadly

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"WELCOME HOME, FAMILY!" Timothy Andrew's would be the only one to yell at 3 in the morning.

Team 666 had just arrived back at base camp. And half the team wanted Timothy's head for yelling this early.

Timothy was the team's computer expert, one of the only team members that stayed behind during missions. He knew the ins and outs of every device known to man.

Timothy had a look of a nerd that just came out of military school. His glasses that seemed to never stay on his face, his messy blonde hair that never seemed to be cut. But he had that look, the look like the rest of the team had. A look that made one question life.

When the blonde nerd rounded the corner. It took everything in the Team's power not to shoot off his head.

Besides Ford Kirk, of course.

Ford Kirk was the one to draw his weapon. His chocolate eyes shined with amusement, as Timothy slowly put his hands in the air. Ford was the weapons expert on the team. He liked the feel of a gun in hand, or a knife running down his finger. But most of all, he loved the look of fire.

Ford's chocolate skin, shined onto the silver barrel of his handheld. His smirk shone onto the deadly weapon.

General "Gen" Lawrence sighed as he watched the two. The older man smiled sighed at their antics. He was more of a father than most of these members had ever known. His silver-coated hair was the only thing that showed his age. He blamed the "children" he had to deal with for his gray hairs.

"Kirk put the gun down. I'm tired. And Sammy said he would cook us something if we got back before 4."

They had a long flight back to Virginia. The CIA headquarters seemed home enough to the six members of Team 666. Seeing as they had seen these four walls over and over again.

Samuel "Sammy" Andrew's was the member that dealt with the public the most. He was the one to receive the missions. Or the one that had to talk to the chain of command when needed.

To everyone else, he might have had the easier job. Not having to go places, not having to pull the trigger. Not getting blood on his hands.

But to the team, Sammy had the job they all didn't want. He dealt with the dipshits in the command center.

Seeing as Team 666 wasn't on any federal database. Because it was what one calls a black ops team. Few government officials knew about them. And it was to stay that way.

He also was the only team member that could cook a decent meal, but whose counting.

"Danny!" Gen called when he realized two members hadn't made it back into the room.

Two locker still not open, and two hungry mouths not craving food.

When Daniel Grey entered the locker room. You would think you were back in a middle school boys locker room. He had his shirt off, showing of the demonic tattoos and abs, waving his shirt in the air like he was a cowboy.

"Misson accomplished, shitheads!" Danny whistled, as he hit the other men in the head. Successfully, slamming sweat onto all their heads.

Daniel was the youngest in the group, only being a part of the team for almost 2 years. But he was family just as much as the rest of them.

His childish actions just reminded the team of the good in the world. Maybe that was why none of them had killed him yet.

Annoyed grunts and grumbles sounded through the room.