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Tex lingers around the apc, looking at the weapons he has to choose from. "I'll need this for sure." He puts one of the M9's in his thigh holster "Eh, When the others get here, I hope they don't mind if I use the S.A.W. Heh. I love the thing."

The soldier listened to the two others from his hiding spot. Satisfied of their attitudes, he silently dropped from his hiding spot holding onto the undercarriage of the APC.

He crawled out quickly and stood up to face the two. He picked up a rifle and shouldered it without saying a word.

He turned to Tex.

"Be my guest." He motioned to the machine gun Tex had been favoring. "That is, of course, if you have no objections?" He indirectly asked Fang without even turning to him.

He checked the rifle and walked over to the awaiting APC.

((Guys I have some bad news, I'm not gonna be able to do this for a while, so I request to be removed from the mission. I got into a wreck the other day, I'm not hurt, but my car is.... well... not working. ;-; So I can't pay for the Net AND my car repairs, I'll be on every now and again. But it was fun guys.))

The soldier carefully cleaned his glasses with a piece of cloth from his pocket. His glasses were perhaps the most expensive thing he owned. He replaced them on his head, seeing a quick flash from the mirror-like inside lens. He took comfort in the fact that such an investment were taken and such ingenuity put into something so simple. He felt the temples almost mold to his head. It had far too many features to go through, even though he knew them all.

He looked up slightly at Hicks, then lowered his eyes back to the rifle, inspecting it quickly. He heard what seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in the commander's voice.

"Of course, sir. But what of your involvment in Operation 5-41? That would indeed be a problem, no?" he asked, trying to return some of the sarcasm.

He looked back to Fang.

"I have no name in battle. My rank is sufficient enough to identify me."

He looked back, hoping that his hint of rudeness didn't anger him. The soldier had learned not to get attached to anyone. People die too often to make friends, and he wasn't about to forget that.

He grabbed an outcropping on the APC's side and pulled himself onto the top in one continuous movement. He looked about, and listened. His habits rarely left him at all.

"Well sir, this mission has been taken apart piece by piece. It hasn't even started, and it's already been taken apart." He pulled himself into the APC.

It doesn't even seem that we'll make it out of the garage without losing every soldier assigned the task. Ah well, can't be helped.

It's not my decision anymore, the soldier thought. That was an old life. This is now, that was then. He looked across to Hicks, and accepted his authority. Nothing remained of his old life.

The soldier peered through his darkened glasses.

Well, almost nothing.

The soldier said nothing, he just nodded his head. He felt the sidearm at his belt. He adjusted his coat and looked foreward.

"Lets hope we don't have any uninvited guests this time." His eyes shifted to the commander, a touch of coldness in his voice, carely enough to be noticed if you were listening for it.

The soldier was somewhat annoyed. His reaction to criticism was of a fairly low tolerance, it stemmed from the days when he was the CO.
But that was then, this is now. No longer was he the commander, and as such had to take the criticism.

"I never said anything against it. But I'm not thankful, what happens is nothing that can be changed. Nothing can be anticipated, and nothing need be thanked."

He turned back, hoping that the commander didn't take offense.