As they walked, Nick was deep in his own head, using the scouting he had done yesterday to plan out where about he would like to nest up, which would in turn roughly outline where others would most likely perch. He didn't exactly go out into where they would be staying, but he got close enough that his eye could compensate for the distance. Thus, the only order he would give the men is to find a perch a couple miles out from the frontlines. But, before he could think of something to ease them in to this course of action, Ava spoke up, stopping his train of thought. He adjusted and thought for a moment, before finally speaking. "Depends on where Rikkus sends them in," Nick said. "They've been stationed on the front lines, so you may seem them as they pass through. But as for actually meeting some of them, not quite yet. War's probably going to be a long one, so who knows, maybe some other mission we'll be assigned as overwatch for a push."<br/><br/>By the time Nick finished speaking, the pair had arrived at the hanger in which Nick had met the division put under him. Ava would surely notice some of the members of the thirteenth's Spider waiting for them there, most of them in the process of donning ghillie suits. Those in particular stopped and nodded when they entered. What would probably be the most interesting was that a couple headed directly for Ava. They congratulated her and shook her hand for her becoming a proper sniper/spotter, and thus, a proper soldier. Though the look of uncertainty was still there, it was heavily diminished and largely replaced with a look of respect. But, before anymore congratulations could be given, Nick rounded up the group around the table provided for them, smoothing out the paper map that was placed on it.<br/><br/>"We're going into the middle of it," Nick said simply. "Instead of infiltration, Rikkus wants to give the front lines a bit of a breather before they push up past us. So we're going to form our own front lines." Nick traced a swath of forest, capped off at the north and south with rocky hill regions. The forest seemed to stretch on further along the hills, but Nick was more concerned with this path. "You all know Zarin's got these hills around them. Even with parasites dulling their minds, they'd be stupid or desperate to go over the hills. So the low forest is where we are nesting up. I want a couple of men on either hill, where ever you think is best, to watch the edges, just in case. Everyone else, set up around me." Nick proceeded to point to a spot off center to the right. "I want overlapping sightlines all the way down in either direction. We'll be there for a few days, and I don't know what command wants us to do afterwards, so if you want sleep, you work it out with whoever you are sharing sightlines with. Hopefully we'll be out before the rain comes in about three or four days, but otherwise, all we have to worry about is the occasional fog bank."<br/><br/>Nick proceeded to stand upright and tapped his throat mic. "We were given these for a reason. Unless it's watch trade off or target sightings, I don't want chatter.  And I hope I don't have to say this, but we are shooting to kill. The Toxaplasma has been around for too long. There isn't any hope of recovering whoever used to own the meatsacks we'll have in our sights." Nick looked around, making sure that everyone understood the plan and his personal orders for them, before nodding. "Finish suiting up. We'll set out for the front lines once everyone is ready." With that, Nick left the table, going over to the lockers in which everyone was retrieving their ghillie suits from.