It had been the allotted time and with the minutes rushing by, the van came to a rough halt. They had made it to the square, the surrounding buildings were mostly intact if it wasnâ€™t for some roofs having holes through the tops or the doors being forced open with evidence to show, perhaps even barricades that were made and over turned cars still glimmers of flame to show for, the sight was grim as there was also evidence of blood patches and trails all over the area including the decoration of walls upon the houses, it was as if a massacre took place with no survivors to show for it, however they were not trained for this situation nor did they have experience in a fire fight or real live combat situation, the group was the best of the best, literally.<br/><br/>Richard climbed out of the vans passenger seat and looked to the driver, "Thank you, I- I mean we, appreciate your assistance." His look was serious as always and held his authority with pride, even pride can kill you it is what he held close, a nod from him and a tip of his barrater  was given to the driver, a simple yet gruff reply was expected and came out with a up front "Sir" along with a salute, then a nod to the others that had been patiently waiting in the vans belly, the doors opened allowing exit of the transport "Welcome to EastNighton" said the driver with a slight sneer as if a joke wasnâ€™t needed but he would make one anyway.<br/><br/>The squad leader checked the surrounding area before the rest, walking a few feet in front of him, then kneeling in front of a blood patch and touching the mark with a finger that was encased around a black leather glove, the blood wasnâ€™t dry, in fact it was quiet lubricated for a resent attack which confirmed in the reports this was resent, thus contact would be expected if those who were responsible would show themselves.<br/><br/>Richard stood up and made his way back towards the van, his sight placed and waiting for the others to come into view, his height would show his position as not many would be seen as a 6'3 Major. His rifle held to the side along with his side arm and knife placed in a sheath behind him, pressing against his back, his stature neat and tidy even in confrontation you have to look your best, all in all Richard at this time looked like the perfect toy soldier brand new out of its case.