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Henniger and Paulson had been in the arms locker before the announcement. Henniger had revealed his motive for the "feed ramp" repair once they were out of the mess hall. Paulson was his senior and he picked his brain about the previous operation. They were mid-conversation when the briefing was called.

Paulson had known no more information than Henniger had and from the arms locker they headed to the briefing "hopefully this will answer our questions " they had commented in unison laughed then headed out.

Clint took a few moments after eating his share of chow to look for his new squad mates and introduce himself to the new guys.

Before everyone cleared from the mess hall, he called out to the men he would be relying on,

"Bennett, Mills, McGreggor...gentleman, give me a few minutes of your time before we get buzzed in for a briefing here." As the men assembled, he looked at each, trying to measure each man's value. "Fellas, good to have you among us, this mission is likely to go to hell soon after we hit the ground if it runs like most that I've been on. I expect each of us to look out for one another, you see someone doing something stupid, say something to them. We aren't heroes here, just men trying to make it to the next mission and the one after that. Feel free to ask any questions that you have. Hopefully we'll get some good intelligence from our briefing before deploying on the mission."

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