Post by fury on Sept 18, 2006 21:22:23 GMT -5
Trask's plan was for Fury to recruit the ultimate task force. He was to find the top thirty guys in the country, and move them over to SHIELD, get them trained, and have them ready.
Thirty guys. Three teams of ten. It was no small under-taking.
All the legwork was really up to Nick. He'd spent a week coming up with the exact specifications of the job, coming up with the ideal recruit, and working from there. Naturally, the ideal was just that – but as close as you could get to it was what counted. The thirty closest would definitely count.
He then emailed every commander, and had the search sent down the chain. Naturally the elite special forces were first. Airborne Rangers, Navy Seals, Marines, Green Barets... but he didn't just stop there. He sent word in for SWAT members, even police officers. He searched through retirees, as well.
Finally he had interviews with some two hundred soldiers – the best of the best of the best. Not just the most highly trained, but the ones that demonstrated personal attributes that went far above and beyond their peers.
After all, they wouldn't be fighting third world terrorists any more... they'd be fighting gods with amazing supernatural powers. They'd be policing a world of people powerful enough to take your will from you.
Thusly, the psychological portion of the tests would be the most difficult. A SHIELD Op would be no flunkee, they'd have enough emotional and mental willpower to resist domination affects, and to continue through the course of action until it was seen complete. These would be thirty lean, mean, mutant stomping machines.
Okay... that was too far. Mutant restraining machines.
Fury looked up at the eight men behind the plexi-glass, each of them firing a variety of fire-arms at pop up targets. Soon enough, one of those targets would start shooting back. It would be an interesting test of their ability. See who panics, who reacts smoothly... in the field, with mutants, the idea of a stable target suddenly shooting back at you would not be unheard of at all.
“Come on, mothafuckas... let's see what you got.” he whispered.
Thirty guys. Three teams of ten. It was no small under-taking.
All the legwork was really up to Nick. He'd spent a week coming up with the exact specifications of the job, coming up with the ideal recruit, and working from there. Naturally, the ideal was just that – but as close as you could get to it was what counted. The thirty closest would definitely count.
He then emailed every commander, and had the search sent down the chain. Naturally the elite special forces were first. Airborne Rangers, Navy Seals, Marines, Green Barets... but he didn't just stop there. He sent word in for SWAT members, even police officers. He searched through retirees, as well.
Finally he had interviews with some two hundred soldiers – the best of the best of the best. Not just the most highly trained, but the ones that demonstrated personal attributes that went far above and beyond their peers.
After all, they wouldn't be fighting third world terrorists any more... they'd be fighting gods with amazing supernatural powers. They'd be policing a world of people powerful enough to take your will from you.
Thusly, the psychological portion of the tests would be the most difficult. A SHIELD Op would be no flunkee, they'd have enough emotional and mental willpower to resist domination affects, and to continue through the course of action until it was seen complete. These would be thirty lean, mean, mutant stomping machines.
Okay... that was too far. Mutant restraining machines.
Fury looked up at the eight men behind the plexi-glass, each of them firing a variety of fire-arms at pop up targets. Soon enough, one of those targets would start shooting back. It would be an interesting test of their ability. See who panics, who reacts smoothly... in the field, with mutants, the idea of a stable target suddenly shooting back at you would not be unheard of at all.
“Come on, mothafuckas... let's see what you got.” he whispered.