He then turned to Honeysett; "I know that we may be having the same suspicion here, smiles..." Morrison paused to put some dip in, "and to answer your question- there's no fucking way I will tolerate any restrains on ordinance. Now go break the news to Con and Green- but go easy on the big oaf. I'll tell Jones myself."
"Right you are boss!" Jacob grinned widely and looked at the LT. Colenol and grinning "I'm sure you'll know where you can find me if you'd be so kind as to oblige" he turned on his heel and strolled out of the place.
Nearing the encampment, he didn't bother to go in search of Con and Green, he stood in front of the building and hollered
"Con, Ron, come here - I've got news for your ears only! any other marine accompanying them can expect to be sent away with a bullet!"
Waiting for them to turn up Jacob finished off his cigarette. Grinding it out with his foot he watched them approach and stand to...
"Alright, come in close guys...I've got some bad news, and I don't quite know how to say it so...well...Con, your first mission with the eights - remember what we bumped into there, I don't think any of us ever forgot, odds are we'll be facing them again here judging by reports."
"Green, you were shook up pretty bad by those creatures last time round, you think you'll be able to go toe to claw with 'em again?"
"Not a word to the rest of the platoon until the LT briefs us, we swore pacts remember - and those slips of paper are worth more than your life to the brass...breach 'em and I'll be singing at your funeral! And I'm a fuckin' awful singer, I can tell you that." Grinning weakly, Jacob stood back and then sat on the ground, he placed his head in his hands and sat still momentarily.
When he looked up he seemed suddenly more drawn and and pale...this mission was playing havoc with his personal deamons - his paranoia that there was someone after his dogtags, just wanted to write the letters KIA after his name. Why him, what had he done in his life to warrant this karma? Sure there'd been the early teenage times of excess, drink...drugs...but who hadn't had them?
Gritting his teeth Jacob stood up and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in - he looked up at the sky and exhaled. Finding an inner resolve. It was his job to die - why not here?
"Con, Green, let it be known that while on op I'm going to run an incredibly tight ship - most of our platoon are fresh meat, and if they slip up it could mean not only their life - but more crucially to me - my life! Don't be surprised if I'm not my normal self on that mission..."
Sgt Jacob "smiles" Honeysett
Squad leader: Scout Squad a.k.a Trick Shots