Anthony had just woken from a small power nap towards the end of the briefing. The V-Tol was smoother than any airship he'd ever toured on and it lulled him to sleep quicker than any lullaby. He stretched luxuriously before smiling at his comrades, eager to begin the mission, and the pay off. Slapping his lean stomach a few times, the young Italiano popped to his feet and grabbed at one of the nylon hand-loops near the airlock. "Understood," he responded to Baskerville, a habit he'd yet to kick. He jumped up and down, shaking out his limbs to warm up for the hell to come.
"Just infiltrate a cartel compound, identify one man out of dozens, if not hundred or more people, and get out before everything goes FUBAR... Yea, just a regular day for the Devils, eh?" Anthony asked to no one in particular. This was just his own quirk, a way to work off the pre-deployment jitters. Pulling his cross from underneath his tactical gear, Specter kissed it, said his prayer and tucked it away. Whatever was out there for them, he was sure the team could handle it. They had some real seasoned types on this one and all were extremely lethal. The sniper couldn't ask for a better set of people if he tried.
Now they were on the ground in enemy territory with dense undergrowth. Throw in some of the most poisonous insects and snakes, a few apex predators, and all of those nasty surprises groups like the cartel liked to leave in the jungle, this was going to be one damn tense assignment. Specter activated his thermal imaging, his allies lighting up like Christmas trees. He tagged them with a mental command and they let off a light pulse, a marker for Specter's friendlies.
He dropped to a knee and drew his silenced sidearm. The element of surprise was the Devils' saving grace and he sure as shit wouldn't be the one to break the silence. He took position 45 degrees to Jackal's right side, he securing his sector of the perimeter and waited for Claymore's game plan. "Don't be loud, that's all I'm gonna say. I don't know about you, but I wanna enjoy this payday on mother earth, not up there with the angels and the Big Guy." Looking up, Specter raised the hand, two fingers extended, supporting his grip on his pistol briefly. "No offense, bless you." Then the loudmouth Italiano was back to business, scanning the trees and bushes for signs of life, other than the animali.
"Hey Jackal, does it feel like back home, amico?" Specter quipped, trying to get his friend's read on the situation.