Steve was focused on Slade's movements more than his opponent, trying to pick up on things that may give him an advantage should he ever need to spar with the man. As the man approached him, Steve stood up.<br/><br/>"Of course, sir." He replied, he didn't think no was an option anyway. Following Slade, Steve knew he had to do good on this part of his training if he wanted to prove himself. Inside the tent, Steve was immedietly drawn to the large map on the table. Studying it, he heard Slade's explanation, and wondered briefly what he was suppose to do. Was he suppose to memorize the layout? Point out a mistake that had been deliberately made for this test? Keeping his eyes on the map, Steve circled the table, on hand on his chin as he thought.<br/><br/>So they wanted to gain the camp, but with the way it was guarded and the way the land was set up around it...<br/><br/>"What about the trucks?" Steve asked, following a road marked on the map that led from the camp outward. "Kind of like the Trojan Horse. If the men were to intercept the route they could use the trucks as a way to get into the camp and mount a surprise attack." He was mostly thinking out loud here and hoped he was making some sort of sense. Using his fingers to trace the road, he stopped at what looked to be a small gully.<br/><br/>"Here. It's far enough enough in that back up wouldn't make it in time, and the surrounding forest can provide some sort of protection."