To the best of my recollection; the following is an accurate account of events last night. Signed: DirtyHarry
Wetwork
In a trembling voice "DirtyHarry? How is it that we breathe underwater...without a mask?". This was not said. The person who said it, no longer exists.
TL;DR scuba'd in, blew stuff up, protected VIP. After 5mins we fucked off.
Wetwork (again with the code names...)
I had been promised first class travel and, truth be told, it was very nice. I had a seat (important under water) and a sun roof (again, important on a submarine).
On route to mission, I discovered the majesticness of back stroke. I was graceful. gEeOM was our man in charge. He is handsome, brave and intelligent.
Through witchcraft (yes, witchcraft) we clambered over the side of the dock wall. We were now neck deep in shit. Pff pff pff pfff pfff. all you could hear followed by "bleh, ehhhh!".
DarkChozo (also is handsome, brave and intelligent.(but not as handsome, brave and intelligent as GeeOm)) moved us through the DANGERZONE(!!!!!). We secured the data server and tried to blow it up. We failed, more explosives needed.
[REDACTED] was amazing.
Helicopter came, someone shot it down.
Headed back to water. Job's a good un.
Vive La Resistance
TL;DR We got fucked up yo.
Mission went well to begin with. Then I beleive the clouds took out some revenge from the previous night and killed us. That and the mini gun mounted jeep. That too.
post mission notes:
I like to drink Ruby Port from a Mug. Tastes nicer. I don't know why.
Professional Try-hard.