I've been in California for a week. So.
Go the bathroom. Wash hands for 5 minutes.

ROLLNADO

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [10]:
Chillin.
"Hmm... You seem to be reasonably intelligent."
"Thank you?"
"Indeed... Here."
Nairle hands you a small cardboard box, about the size of a postcard and an inch thick.
"You'll probably find this useful. And they need field testing anyway. Just make sure to read the instructions properly."
Name: Raphael

Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [8]:
"Just restocking, I'll be quick."
You grab replacement ammo for your weapons, along with a bundle of flashbangs. It's a wide plastic ring, with 4 round tangerine sized grenades around the ring.
"...When did I get this staff?"
"Hell if I know."
"You have a staff too?"
"What staff?"
Well your teammates are rather useless here.
So, my friend, tell me about yourself.

Name: Vadim Ivanov

Emogotsaone (Jamal) [8]:
Hmm. You have to go use the bathroom. Luckily, there's one right down the hall.
You do NOT spend 5 minutes washing your hands though, you don't have crazypants OCD or anything.

Name: Jamal

Tomaster (Sir Charles) [5]:
Nope.
No nursey hiding places around here. You guess you COULD yell for someone, but if they're not in here they probably won't be very trained in nurse-itude. So you just look around for some gauze and bandages and stuff, and dress your hole properly. Cleaning it stings a bit, but otherwise it's not bad. Still can't really run on this leg though. The problem is that you've got a hole where flesh and muscle USED to be. Not the state of the wound's dressing.

Name: Sir Charles the Thirty-Second

Barnox (Dane) [6]:
Hrmm.
You open your mind up and look around. There's Charles in the room next door, most of the group in the Armory with Nairle, and that's really it... Boring normal stuff pretty much everywhere else. You consider checking the bathrooms, specifically the female bathrooms, but QUICKLY realize that only the male bathrooms are in range.
"Ugh..."

Name: Dane


Izen (Theron) [4]:
"Well, I guess I better get some gear."
You pick through the armory, and select weapons first. A good, solid, lightweight select fire carbine (Conveniently manufactured by NovaCorp), and a small but sturdy folding shovel with a sharp edge. Just to be safe, you grab an armored vest and put it on under your shirt.

Name: Theron


Game Events: "Ok, if everyone is done with their preparations?"
There are no objections.
"Good. Everyone, this way."
Nairle leads the way out of the Armory, but this time instead of heading to a garage, the group goes up. All the way to the roof, and the helipad. Waiting for the group is a small twin rotor transport helicopter.
"The hells."
"You're being transported from California to Russia. That's not exactly within driving distance. Nor is it on the same landmass. The ride will take... a while. You'll refuel in a base in Japan, then head inland to Russia. There's a package on board with some useful intel for you.
Find the Technokinetic, bring him back alive. I can understand with War I suppose, but this one can't do anything without technology. Don't lose him."

But I do have crazy pants OCD...

>Board that choppa now! Ask if they have any lightly salted peanuts for in-flight snacks.

Rolling.

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [3]:
You board the helicopter without issue, though your teammates choose to do so in slightly less... normal manners.
"Yo, Raphael, can you use your Chakra devil magic to replace all the nice flesh I lost in this bullet hole?"
"Sure thing."
He sits down next to you and puts his leg out for you to work on. You push your Chakra into the wound, but it rebounds somehow, and suddenly you have a splitting headache. You lean back into the seat, clutching your head, Charles's leg still shot. The pain lasts for a few seconds then fades, leaving you panting slightly.

Name: Raphael

Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [1]:
"Where exactly in Russia are we headAAAAAAAGH!"
You fall to your knees as your eyes suddenly burn in astounding pain. You start panting and shivering, breaking out in a cold sweat from the burning pain inside your skull. As suddenly as it began, the pain starts to ebb, and after half a minute you carefully remove your hands from your face and carefully test your eyes. You crack one open, then feeling no pain try the other. No more searing bursts of horrendous agony, but still a dull ache, and...
...Everything has turned a shade of orange.
"Are you quite alright?"
You take a second to look around, and when you aren't struck down by horrible agony again, you nod, and board the helicopter quietly.

Name: Vadim Ivanov

Emogotsaone (Jamal) [4]:
You happily board the helicopter, but there's sadly no one to really ask about the peanuts. The pilot's compartment is separated from yours with a thick looking door and wall, and there's really only enough room for the 6 of you.
Aww...

Name: Jamal

Tomaster (Sir Charles) [5]:
You limp up into the helicopter and plonk yourself down into the seat next to Raphael.
"Yo, Raphael, can you use your Chakra devil magic to replace all the nice flesh I lost in this bullet hole?"
"Sure thing."
You offer up your leg, and he leans down to work on it, but almost immediately starts clutching his head, inhaling sharply.
"Woah, what? Raph, you okay? Yo, Raphael!"
Before you can call for help though, Raphael lets go of his head and holds his hand up, signalling that he's alright.

Name: Sir Charles the Thirty-Second

Barnox (Dane) [1]:
You trip on your way up into the helicopter, and almost smash your face against the metal floor. Almost.
Mercifully, you don't.

Name: Dane


Izen (Theron) [4]:
"Well, I always wanted to go to Japan. And I guess Russia."
You very barely resist the urge to run onto the chopper screaming, and instead jog on excitedly. Through your mental link with Vadim, you sense a sudden panic and anxiety, but it quickly fades. Strange.

Name: Theron


Game Events: The helicopter spins its rotors up, Nairle and a NovaCorp guard standing off to the side. As the helicopter lifts off the bad, Nairle lazily waves her hand once in goodbye, then the chopper angles itself and begins flying away.

...

More than a full 24 hours later, the helicopter finally lands at its destination in Russia. The 6 put on insulted winter clothes shortly before landing, and all quickly get out of the helicopter after landing, eager to do something besides sit and wait. The air is cold and crisp, the ground covered in a light snow and evergreens ringing the clearing. The helicopter rests briefly, then takes off again, flying south.
Since everyone was locked into their seats during the flight, no one could really examine the map or do much of anything besides wait. Many games of 99 Bottles of Bear On the Wall were had.

I'm just going to assume CC healed my leg at some point over the day long flight, since not trying again would be stupid.
Examine surroundings.

Of course he didn't, you were all locked into your seats the whole flight.

Literally incapable of moving your hands? DO YOU KNOW HOW A HELICOPTER WORKS?