A half-hour or so later, Ryan flicked the butt of his cigarette away, the cherry glowing as it tumbled through the air and to the ground. Crumpling up the remains of his ration pack and shoving them into his pack, he stood up.
"A'reet you lot, look alive. We've had a nice sit down and a bite of grub, and now it's time to get on with work. Thoughtfully, command 'ave sent us a few more warm bodies to make up the numbers." he gestured to a tall, powerfully built female badger and a smaller and much more slender Coyote. Both were attired as the rest of the squad, in their full combat gear and carried weapons. The Badger held an H&K MG4 light machine-gun, while the Coyote held an FN-P90 SMG lightly in both hands.
"This is Sabine Dachs, from the German KSK and Riley Locke of Canada's JTF2. They'll be joining us on operations, and have the same training, background and expertise as th' rest of yeh. So, they've earned their place here, an' we can use their help, right?"
The pair nodded, while Ryan picked up his weapon once more.
"A'right," Ryan continued. "Here's the situation - The tunnel complex we were set to breach has been cleared out by the US Marines. However, there's still another holdout on the far side of the island. The conventional forces have them pinned in there right now, but it's no gonnae take 'em long to either escape, or chew up the Marines gettin' in fer long eno' fer 'em tae burn wha'ever info they've gae in there anyways. So, it's up to us ta get in there an' show those wee tossers that it's no nice to keep guests waitin'. The complex is at the far end of the island, and recon's identified what looks like there might be an entrance underwater, through a submerged dock. We're to infiltrate via this area, swimming in. Then we'll both recover any hard drives with data, and additionally set charges to cripple their fuel and ammunition stocks to let the forces outside get in. Th' MO this time gonnae be smooth and silent, lotsa creepin' around in th' dark and bein' quiet. There's gonna be a lot more'a them then us, an' I fer one dinnae feel like seein' any morea ye get yesselfs hurt, a'reet? So, gather yer crap, and we'll be takin' a ride back ta the boat".
The thunder of rotor blades coming in close by filled the air, along with a sudden dust-storm as a Twin Huey touched down, lights flashing and engines running. Waving them on, Ray hurried the team aboard, before seating himself on the edge of the cabin, booted hooves resting on the skids.