"What do I want you to do? Your job." He sniffs. "If you want me as a leader, then good, feed me intel, keep me posted, keep me in the loop. If not, let's decide amongst ourseleves who's the new leader- after we're back at the Land Rover. Right now, we don't  have time to argue. I'll gladly follow someone else... I'm a front-line soldier, after all. Earnt my way to General from the bottom-end rank of Commando. Small squads are what I'm best at... though we're not the best squad that's ever been seen, I reckon we've got hope. Even if one of us is infected, so long as we watch eachother's backs- and watch eachother like a hawk- we'll manage, I reckon."<br/><br/>He grins "Far as Scratch Companies go, I reckon we could be a hell of a lot worse. Three of us have military experience..." He grins, mood brightening. "What'cha say, Nolan? If it's our time to die, let's die well. As a team. Semper Fi, as your lot say."