Zack sat on the railing of the USS Moonshine drinking from his canteen of whiskey before his op started. He was in a wet suit with flippers and a re breather. He finished the last sip and filled it up again with another bottle of Jack, he checked his watch the OP was going to start soon. He then heard foot steps behind him and saw that it was the Captain of the ship he was chewing dip and stood next to him spitting it out into the ocean.<br/><br/>Zack said disgusted "<strong>You do know I'm swimming in that right sir?</strong>"<br/><br/>The Captain smiled a bit and said in a rugged voice "<strong>You know it amazes me how you've gotten to your E-7 rank and you haven't been black listed yet for your attitude. I've heard that you don't give a shit you'll say what you want to whoever and not give two fucks as you walk away</strong>"<br/><br/>Zack replied coldly "<strong>I speak my mind, I don't care about rank anyways to me it's just how much you get paid, rank doesn't make a soldier so even if your a private or a staff sergeant it doesn't matter if you see something fucked up you call em out. I've cursed out First Sergeants and Sergeant Majors for their high and mighty attitudes... can't stand those shit bags.</strong>"<br/><br/>The Captain laughed a bit as he spat again into the ocean he then looked at his watch and patted Zack on the back.<br/><br/>He then said "<strong>Don't get into to much trouble remember your SERE's training and just recon we don't need you kicking in doors and burning the place down. Also we won't pick you up till you get to the PZ so if shit hit's the fan you'd better start swimming.</strong>"<br/><br/>Zack said "<strong>Roger.</strong>"<br/><br/>As he pushed himself off the railing and dove into the water as he hit he felt the cool water against him and took a moment to look around. He began breathing into his re breather making sure it worked which it did. He then waited a moment and an underwater scooter as the SEALS called it was hoisted in as it crashed into the water Zack grabbed on and turned it on and then began riding it towards the Island.<br/><br/>About 45 minutes passed passed and Zack was only about 800 meters from the island. He turned off the scooter and laid it on the ocean floor, he then took some rope and tied the scooter to a rather large rock. If worse came to worse and Zack couldn't reach or find the scooter he'd have to swim back to the landing zone. That would be a pain, however hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Zack went with the current the rest of the way swimming a bit guiding him to the island. As he approached 100 meters from it he popped his head out which would go unnoticed in the vast sea. He quickly scanned for any threats after a few moments he dove back under and swam closer to the shore. Once he hit the island he quickly drew his Suppressed 1911 .45 Pistol and took it out of it's plastic bag and charged the weapon. He then sprinted for the tree line in his flippers and once he got there he knelt by a tree and took off his flippers and unzipped his wet suit as he did he stayed vigilant listening carefully to his surroundings. He then placed his gear in a hollowed out tree. He checked his wallet and made sure he didn't bring his military ID or anything that could be linked to him being in the military. This included credit/debit cards and his dog tags, he understood the risks of being caught however he would do whatever he could to make sure he wouldn't. After double checking he put on his camo hat and took out his map, electronics failed good old land navigation and maps hardly did. He determined his position and decided the quickest way to the city would be to head East. He folded the map and put it away and kept his Suppressed .45 hidden as he slowly made his way towards the nearest town.