The moment the boat hit the beach Linn leapt off. He dropped to a crouch and scanned the teams left flank. "360 security," He said just loud enough for the team to hear. In the short time he spent waiting for his Huscarl to give the order to move out, he thought on what the captain had said previously: "'kill wounded and do not spare any surrenders.'" Linn frowned, but his expression was hidden by the shemagh over his face. Not only was it a war crime to follow that order, although the spooks in the states probably didn't give a shit about the Geneva Convention, but Linn doubted he would be able to execute incapacitated or surrendering hostiles. The order violated his moral code in just about every way possible. It was this kind of spy shit that made him almost wish he was back in the Army.