@FrightorFlight + Soran/Jaeger<br/><br/>Two Corporals under her wing now.<i>Hey new girl, better not fuck up!</i>Marcia could imagine both the dark-skinned lass and Perry to mutter that under their breath to her, but fortunately, nothing of the sort came to pass. And her request had been accepted, which meant that soon their front lines would be bolstered with valuable intelligence. At the same time, Marcia figured this could be a good chance to prove her worth to these combat soldiers. On the other hand, it was a great opportunity to get herself and everyone around her killed.<br/><br/>At least this Frenchwoman- possibly just a Morrocan passing herself off as French for all Marcia knew- had a sense of humor. It was a good thing to have on the battlefield, though now Marcia found herself curious with the joke she had been given. As far as Marcia knew, she wasn't attracted to other women. Men provided the oil to get her motor running, though if the war dragged on and comfort became hard to find, well... Marcia wouldn't be above experimenting.<br/><br/>"Mhmm," Marcia chuckled in reply. She turned towards Perry where she was stationed, then back to Adrea. "Yep, well, I appreciate it. Lotta good-looking people manning the lines. Let's try not to get captured, alright?"<br/><br/>Brilliant Marcia, brilliant. Way to boost morale. Wasn't as if the Russians and their allies were demonized by allied propaganda to be serial rapists or anything. Marcia shook her head and gestured for both Adrea and Perry to come up close, or at the very least lend an ear for what she had to say next. Alas, before she could get started, the Sargeant and PFC from earlier showed up with reports. The Latina Lieutenant realized that she had settled down into a squatting position once Arvid seemed to tower over her, and so she jolted up in alarm and patted down her uniform in a pathetic attempt to look responsible, at least.<br/><br/>"Ah, Sargeant Arvid. Sargeant Major Arvid," Marcia corrected herself. She took the offered paper and, aided by the bleak German overcast, took a gander as Arvid explained the situation. "I see... We've got about... A battalion's worth of men manning the line here. 400 to 500 last I checked, unless there are more AWOL than I realized. So long as we ration fuel and ammunition, or at the very least hope that Ivan sticks to his foxhole, you're right. We should be able to last two months in relative comfort."<br/><br/>Then, to the PFC.<i>(in the hopes that he had come with the Sargeant)</i><br/><br/>"Woefully undersupplied... At least tell me we've got Band-Aids, Private," Marcia replied in a sarcastic tone. She quickly continued as she read the list that the Sargeant and Private worked on. "Plasma, morphine, bandages, tourniquets, disinfectant, antibiotics and general medicine stores are all either low or not there." The Latina took a deep breath and brushed back a strand of chocolate hair before glaring back up at the Sargeant and Private. "Alright. Good work, both of you. I'll hand this off to the Colonel. Seems like he's taken command of this mess. I'll try and call in to some hospitals and clinics further west and requisition extra supplies. If we can't get anything... No, we'll get something."<br/><br/>With two Corporals, a Sargeant Major and Private gathered around, Marcia figured these few go-getters might be interested in joining up with her<i>utterly foolproof</i>idea.<br/><br/>"Now... Colonel Joffre of the French Foreign Legion has given me permission to form a recon patrol into enemy lines to the east. With HQ giving us the cold shoulder, we don't know what's out there. We have no information whatsoever- nothing on munitions, manpower, nothing. I wanna figure out what we're up against." Still holding onto the Supply Report, Marcia turned and looked every member of the group in the eyes- though Perry's eyes still managed to unnerve the Lt. "I'm thinking 7 to 8 men, myself included with a radioman. Two fireteams for support, or just the squad and nothing more.<br/><br/>"So... Seven men with me. I'm telling you all this... if you want to volunteer and attach yourselves to this recon squad. Sargeant Arvid? I'd love to have you in it, and you too, McNab," Marcia said, referring to the Norwegian and American, respectively. "If you'd like to sit it out, Sargeant, that's fine. It's your decision." Turning to Perry and Adrea, Marcia continued. "But if that's the case, I'd be a Lieutenant leading privates. Two Corporals, however, leading a fireteam each would provide great support on this recon patrol..."