<strong>Date:</strong>April 10th 20XX<br/><strong>Location:</strong>South Pacific; Heading towards Australia<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><br/>Tactical Escort Services. The company's official name had become synonymous with unconventional solutions to problems across the world. At least, that's what the trifold pamphlet would tell you should you be interested in hiring them out. And to the high paying "official" customers that sought there services, that is indeed what they would receive, but that wasn't the only business they would offer. Unofficially, TES were guns for hire for people who could afford military precision without the moral or governmental oversight to question how it was done. They were gun runners to small nations and questionable private organizations. They were advisers and mentors to soldiers who lacked the training that could be offered by major world powers... Unofficially of course. The CIA, MI6, FIS, and other clandestine collections of letters made sure of that. Why stop your greatest source of undocumented weapons and off the books military force?<br/><br/>Everything TES did was either on the up and up or unprovable in the court of law. Of course, that wasn't the only income source for the ladies that came to be known by their nom de guerre; Bangin' Bods. The ladies knew they had the skills, but they also had other marketable talents, film rights for their more palatable missions made them more sought after by the more particular clientele. And all of there success was due to the business acumen of a young woman who brought them all together.<br/><br/>Caraline woke late compared to the majority of her crew; rolling over in her oversized bed only to grab a large bottle of water that sat next to her bed and look at her phone in a groggy haze. The youthful proprietor of TES was every bit the playgirl the tabloids made her out to be; though the videos she posted herself to the Bangin' Bods fan page probably didn't help her public image. And so, with a hangover beating in her head, she got out of her bed and made her way to her small closet; choosing her usual travel wear of short khaki shorts and a light, short sleeved collared blouse that she simply tied closed rather than fussing with the buttons. Heading out of her cabin, she headed to the main storage area where she would no doubt find the head of her operations wing hard at work.<br/><br/>Kait, or as her team called her, Boss, had been up since dawn and hard at work going over the inventory they were planning to deliver as well as the arrival of their most recent hire. The older Swede dressed for the task at hand, wearing as little as possible in the storage deck if only to maximize her productivity in the balmy compartment. Shorts that barely covered her thighs thanks to being rolled as high as she can get them and an a-shirt atop her indigo bikini top tied to expose her well toned abs were all that hid the sweat of physical effort on her part as she sorted crates with any of her team that felt like volunteering for the early shift. And even with her work and the noise caused by it, she immediately noticed her employer entering the storage hold. "Team, fall in! Ms. Waltz on deck!" she boomed, her voice echoing to all corners to draw out each member of her staff.<br/><br/>Caroline rolled her eyes as she was greeted by her security chief's formalities. "Ladies, we'll be greeting our newest recruit in an hour, and make land by nightfall. Her name is Tess; do keep that in memory. I expect you all on deck for the meet and greet. Juliet, you'll be bunking with her so I expect you to help her get her stuff to the room. Rey and Illyana, if you would be so kind as to help Kait set up target buoys behind the ship, I want the team to get some trigger time before we arrive at Sydney. I'm not expecting a lot, but I also want you all at your peak," she called out, smiling warmly to each and every woman she had hired before turning her attention to her phone. She shook her head as her face turned to stone cold business, turning on her heal as she plotted down the hallway. "Dismissed," she called over her shoulder finally, already halfway down the hall.