[quote]"Sir, with the addition of the GEARs and infantry that were not present or were playing OPFOR during the exercise, what is the unit's organization going to look like?" [/quote]

Silverwind scratched his nose with one finger of his bionic hand, taking another sip of his pint before answering. The beer was a cool, light lager, rather than a dark ale, and it was a refreshing on the palate and to the body and mind after the exercise and its' hangups. Turning his attention back to the question, he answered while glancing around the room, checking to see if his people were having a good time, and relieved and pleased to see they all seemed to be.
"Well, it's still kind of a work in progress. After all, we're kinda writin' the book as we go here, like ya know. But I'm thinking we're gonna operate two, or maybe even three teams, matin' up our lighter, faster GEARs with th' more utilitarian and modular units. Th' Infantry and Ken over there-" he nodded and tipped his glass in the younger foxes' direction "-will form a composite unit wi' one of th' lighter GEARs. They'll move rapidly an' act as a special tactics group or unit as we need 'em. Like takin' objectives when we've suppressed the area, or goin' behind enemy lines to capture or observe key targets for us 'fore we make a move on 'em. Or clearin' buildings of anti-GEAR an' anti-armour teams an' weapons for us as we advance." He shrugged and raised a finger to the barman for another drink for them both. "Y'know, all the crap that infantry normally do that GEARs can't easily, an' that we ain't trained fer 'specially well. I reckon we oughta see a lotta impressive stuff comin' out of this idea... as long as we organize it well. An' that's what she's got a head on for," he gestured to where Amelia was sat with Oliver in polite conversation. "She's got a head fer numbers. I know her from an earlier assignment, an' I ain't met a better strategist. Not ta mention Irry either, she's good at that kinda thing an' all." 
He pulled a cigar from his thigh pocket and put it in his muzzle, only to stop when the giraffe barmaid cleared her throat and tilted her head toward the prominent NO SMOKING sign on the wall of the officers' lounge. Grumbling the fox snapped his lighter shut definitively, and held the cigar in his mouth, at which she pursed her lips and continued to serve the others.
"Anyway," he said turning back to Myrina and pushing a full glass across to her, "Anyhow, all the workups will start fer that t'morra." He regarded her carefully, flicking his eye across her, before speaking in a hesitant voice. "2IC is yours if ya still want it. If not - well, I'm pretty sure Alicia might fit th' job, but I'd still like y'all t' have a say in organizin' things. Yer experience on th' border wi' the militias is what caught my eye. That an', well, I guess I like th' way ya handled yerself an' what I seen so far". He grinned after that. "Also, y'all look like ya know how t' have a good time in th' bar too, which is what we're here for, other than work!"