Red kept his distance from the whole new wave of unnecessary chit chat. That was no planing, at least not in his understanding of the word. For him the plan was ready ever since he heard the mission - Micro spy-drones sweep the peninsula, scouts investigate any unusual findings support take care of any problems. They are no boy-scouts who have to make a chain-sweep of a forest to find a lost dog or, in best case a child who has lost his way.
The side you are arriving from or the landing spot will not change the flow of the mission. The team idea.... Yes in other circumstances it would be a good thing, but for know they know absolutely nothing about the situation, not the number of boogies that they will encounter, nor they location, sending them in small groups will only weaken their ranks, not to mention the idea of sending in Pilots on foot. Any half decent CO would not even think on allowing pilots on the sweep, nor Medics for that matter. Are they still in the 20th century, that the sweep has to be done by people not high grade drones? Or is the Best PMC in Russia is at the level that military was 100 years in the past? a quick glance at his cybernetic implants as well the metal-man standing right next to him he knew better to think that way.
When Fisher Nominated him for a leader position on one of the teams, Red declined " Not going to happen."
A bored look at Sidi Kovskina, In his mind there was nothing much to discuss or plan. either the attackers have left taking the cargo with them or they sit with it in very defensible positions. An ambush, possible but very unlikely, as the trap would have been kept up for 2 and a half full days, and any soldier would lose his grip and concentration after the first 12 h in such an tactic. Still, if they had some information it could prove the case,a mole could easily send a warning as the team approaches, but then most likely scenery would be attacking them while still on board the plane.
For a while he ignored the irritating message of the shared file, it was a bad idea, splitting up even worse to endanger the people who have no combat benefit at all. When he could no longer bear the notification jumping all over his AR, he glanced at it then closed it. No need to take part in this childish plaything, the CO will decide these kind of things anyway, not by preference but skill and need.
A deep breath escaped his chest. What did he get so upset about? Why did he care so much about the survival of this squad? He barley knew some of them, some only by name, some even actively avoided his presence. In the end he will be a scout, be the most forward guy who looks for ambushes, and will not be the one who has to catch the bullet for the pilot who has almost no combat experience compared to the Commandos. He would die alone either way.
But all this, he kept to himself, he will not start a 3rd fight in the briefing, the CO(Commanding Officer) has the say in the end anyway, and having done that in the UCAS he did not envy his position, not with this colorful bunch as them.
"Just remember that we have to one plane for passengers and one for drones." He said in a voice as would it not be any business of his. He forwarded his contemplation to the CO adding a request for two HPistols with Thermo and low light camera mods, just in case they would need to fight on both fronts at the same time. and this was the best way,to him, for having eyes on his six. He was used to ensure his survival himself and he was good at that.
