Cal got the call halfway inside the tanks engine, groaning he pulled himself loose and jogged up to the briefing room. He hated missions like this and the worst part was the fact he didn't have time to change. So he walked in half a jump suit the sleeves of the shirt tied around his waist, grease and oil coating his hair and the rest of him. "This better be good, I was in middle of an engine." He grumbled taking a seat in one the chairs.

He was frighted he had a feeling this was a big tough job and were they really up to that, were he and south up to that? They were the weak links here and he knew it, but it scared him more that this could get the others killed. So wiping grease out of his eyes he surveyed the others.