Judgement was passed over their reactions.  He did not seem impressed or disappointed in any of their statements.  Instead the man simply continued with his report on what would soon befall them.  One hand lifted as if to relay a signal.  An overlay map was projected into the air before them.  Three pinpoints were nestled together, each lighting up and throbbing before he even spoke.  A massive hand moved to touch on the points which were then focused upon.  Each Marine could see the three points were placed in a cluster of buildings, ruins really with an expansive overgrowth of jungle.  The points appeared to be gun emplacements that would prove troublesome to a Thunderhawk on approach.  Beyond that another point of light throbbed in green showing the close proximity of the gun emplacements to the camp.<br/><br/>“This is your primary target.  The anti-air guns must be destroyed and made inoperable for this operation to proceed.  As we count there are three but these bastards can hide well and there’s plenty of cover here so be watchful Marines.”  The points then faded from brightness to be replaced by a long stream of lights along the northern side of the buildings.  “Air strip for whatever pieces of junk they can get to fly.  Secondary objective here is to take out the planes and make the airstrip unusable.  Ammunition and supply dumps have also been seen along this area.  Take them out to reduce the reinforcements and secondary attacks they can make.  Tertiary objective will be to evacuate the area and foot it over to the village to assist with defense and extraction.”<br/><br/>The map dispersed before him so that they found themselves staring into his stern gaze.  “Speak up with questions now Marines.  Drop Pods are launching in minutes, not hours.”<br/>