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stick that way? Ryans mused. Most likely he wanted that.
    He
had two squad leaders, first Lieutenant Marcus Perry and second lieutenant Ed
Galloway. Perry was a little old for his rank, possibly a late addition to the
ranks after 9/11 or a mustang up from the ranks of the enlisted. He had an easy
manner about him that belied his superior's no nonsense look. For an intel
officer he didn't look like staff puke. He was built, strong and had field
experience.
    Galloway
was a last minute addition; he'd flown in on the last chopper in. He was also a
bootstrap from enlisted, a combat engineering grad; he'd be an asset in any
sort of base they set up.
    Master
Sergeant Wayne Waters didn't look at all happy about being here but he was dead
set on getting it right. This was his last tour and he looked like he was
ready. Something about him and Gunny Paris reminded Ryans of Gunny Highway from
Heartbreak Ridge. They had that mean Gunny grizzled look. Clint would be proud.
Both men were old soldiers, somewhere close to their sixties and had some
stories to go with their various battle scars.
    Gunny
Alex Paris was a rarity, one of only three Marines on the joint team. He was a
close quarters arms expert, a hostage rescue expert, gunner, qualified medic,
and Marine recon who'd seen it and done it all in his twenty-nine years with
the service. He looked bored to tears amid the chaos around him.
    The
broad Hispanic near Max was Mateo Scooter Alverez, sergeant in the marines and
a damn good mechanic and driver according to Max. Ryans wasn't sure about the
driver qualification but he'd take it on faith. Near them the aforementioned
Sergeant Ginger Lewis, a red headed gunner and pilot. She was good, she could
turn her feminine charms on and off, be one of the boys one moment and then
kicking it with the girls a second later.
    Corporal
Lisa Patterson was also a driver and gunner, she brushed her brown hair with
her long fingertips as she handed her fellow, corporal Harris some rigger's
tape. Patterson was also one of their communication's techs.
    Lance
Corporal Kes Newman was a character. He tried to affect a no nonsense attitude
but he looked a little too chipper to pull it off. From what Ryans had picked
up from the grapevine Newman was a character, Marine recon and survival expert
who'd been up and down the ranks more time than he'd care to admit. Like the
Gunny and master sergeant he was a Joat, having filled all sorts of positions
in his checkered career.
    There
were a couple of PFCs as well.  Audrey Shiller, a brunette spotter and
sniper, her partner Zack Edsfield, a supposed genius with a Barrett and Wes
Fairfax, another back up medic and heavy weapons grunt.
    Lone
stocky Private Larry Schneider was fresh out of boot but he had driver’s quals,
to go along with his gunnery and rope climbing skills. It seemed like there was
a case of too many chiefs and not enough Indians to go around. But to make sure
that everyone had more than one skill set they had to have experience... and of
course rank went with that experience.  Ryans wasn't worried about the
rankers, it was the Colonel that had him worried. There was something there, a
not quite mobster look on him. No, not mobster... shark, yes, dark doll like
eyes. He knew the Colonel was sizing him up; he just wasn't sure for a coffin
or what. They'd all find out soon enough.
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    “Boss,
this is nuts,” the blue haired tech said shaking his head. Max tried hard to
keep a straight face. The kid looked like he belonged at a punk rock band fest
rather than here. The big boss didn't care about appearances when it came to
some stuff. As long as they kept it clean and neat and didn't have anything
distracting or dangerous he shrugged it off.
    “More
nuts than going through a wormhole to an unknown world?” Max asked amused.
    “Something
like that. I mean, we shouldn't be doing this, we don't even have the
catapult!” the tech said, waving to the deck ramp leading up to the