Irish stood behind Athena as she and Huscarl conversed. Irish listened in but not too intently just enough to hear promise of coffee and ammo, that was all he needed. Hell he could have done without the ammo if it meant a cup of piping hot coffee. He set his rifle down but on the metal floor and muzzle leaning against the table the coffee maker was propped on, he grabbed a Styrofoam cup and filled it with coffee. He looked around for sugar and was dissapointed to find none but remembered something he had in one of his vest pockets, he pulled the Velcro and reached inside grabbing four packs of sugar. He smiled remembering when he had put these here almost a week ago. He tore the tops with his teeth and emptied them into the coffee, he grabbed his rifle and held the cup in the other hand following Athena outside then downing the coffee as he felt the cold night air grip him. He grabbed an extra clip for his FN SCAR-H and put it in one of his back pouches, he and Athena returned to their barracks and he grabbed his flask and stuffed it in the vest pocket previously occupied by the sugar. He closed the Velcro pouch and patted it, it rested just below his right pectoral. He walked outside and made his way to HQ, he stopped in on Huscarl.

"Sir," He said walking over to the coffee maker, "What exactly is the plan from here?"