"Hell no, Akaida, I was on black ops!" He laughs. "I was off the books. 30% of the operations I did were credited to the Seals, and were joint ops. Those bastards can fight, good men." He looks at Akaida and chuckles. It doesn't contain much humour at the question.<br/><br/>"Not quite. Pheremones... one of them gets within grabbing range and the body goes on overdrive, complete seizure. Ever seen something play dead?" He sniffs. "We can't fight it. Came close myself..." He re-lights his cigar. "I was in a Warrior APC, the hatch closed- they ripped the biofilter open, clawing in through the vents. It's a catchover from the rat DNA"<br/><br/>He leans out the window to take a few shots with his shotgun. "If one of 'em grabs me, and I lock up, you know what to do, right? If they..." He trails off for a moment "Even if we disagree on a few things, I know you. You'll follow yer instincts, you'll do what's right for you, and whoever yer with."