"You got it boss," Brian responded to Nixon's instructions. "That's the way it always is. The Battalion Commander wants formation at 1700 hours. The Sergeant Major instructs the company first sergeants to have everyone ready no later than 1645. The First sergeant tells the platoon sergeants to have their platoons in formation no later than 1630 and the platoon sergeants tell their squad leaders to have everyone ready by 1615. The Squad leader in turn tells Joe to be ready no later than 1600. Then Joe gets to hang around with his thumb up his ass for an hour waiting for the BC to arrive at 1700. No problem, boss. We'll be there," Brian smiled at the team leader. He was professional even if a bit sarcastic sometimes.<br/><br/>Brian rubbed his cheek where a red bruise was beginning to take shape; the right cross Achnuu landed during the sparring bout. "Man, Faahjeed, that really stings."<br/><br/>"So did that powerful left hook of yours," the Middle Eastern soldier retorted sharply.<br/><br/>"Alright, let's get changed and up to that meeting ASAP," Brian ordered the others. "We should have time for showers too. Let's get our shit squared away." Brian lead the group to their quarters. He gathered his shower gear and headed in the appropriate direction. He cleaned himself up and checked himself for a shave; dragging a dry razor over his chin. The hair was not an issue, due to its quarter inch length.<br/><br/>He  returned to his bunk and began dressing into his duty uniform. The last item would be his black leather combat boots. They were a hybrid running shoe for flexibility and a rigid work boot for durability. They still required a shine. Brian's were always glistening to a high sheen. You could see your reflection in them.<br/><br/>When the time for the meeting came, Brian was present, notepad and pen in hand. He could transfer pertinent information to his PDA later.