Alessio nodded, biting back the trained retort at the mention of his last name. He prefered to be called Alessio, but he couldnt argue with his superior. He snatched up his rifle, and looked to his squad, the best he had trained, all ready to move out on his orders.
"Lauren." he said to his second in command, and she moved up, her rifle slung over her back.
"Aye sir?" she asked, not bothering to salute. Alessio had never been big on that kind of thing.
"Get the men moved out." he said, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been ordered to find Thomas, he was scouting ahead, and has gotten... lost." Lauren recognised his expression, and for once didnt use any of her customary lip. Alessio loaded his gun, sliding bullets into the clip, and clamming it home.
"Lets hunt!" he shouted, the moto of his squad, and allowed himself a tight-lipped smile when they all shouted affirmatives.

Alessio pushed his way through the undergrowth, shrugging water off his cloak as he went, and spared a glance back at Lauren. She gave him a grin and a thumbs up, before cupping her hand to her ear, listening to an incoming message. After a moments listening, she nodded twice, and looked up at Alessio, moving to his side.
"Travers and Marc spotted something moving, forty metres to our south." she said, scanning the forest intently. "Looks like you were right." Her voice had a slight hint of sarcasm to it, but he ignored it and let it slide.
"Lets keep moving then." he said, looking back to see Travers and Marc in a high tree behind them. Marc gave them a cheery wave before returning to sweep his rifle across the forest, searching for movement.
Alessio smiled, but didnt wave back, and instead continued on into the forest.

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I am the retard,
Mr Retard to you."