<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/montgomery_zps64f81e8b.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Commander Montgomery (http://link to your profile)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Military Training, Zhayedan Squad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing Room<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Briefing the squad<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There surely must have been a very place in Soldier's Heaven for the man who had trained in the Commander, he was so straight and level in his posture that he would have put a pillar to shame, gnarled hands clasped together over the small of his back, dark eyes sweeping the room without his head tipping so much as a millimetre. A soft hum sounded the awakening of the projector, and he took two brisk steps to the left, turning to level the tiny plastic pointer at the screen. The projector, like so many of the devices in the facility, was designed with O'Rourke's haemonculi in mind. He had learned, early on, that most movies simply looked like slideshows to them.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/StrikePoint_zps45e4a387.jpg)</div><br/>The screen flickered into life, showing an image in such exquisite detail as his old eyes might never fully see, but he could enjoy the view, at least. No hint of wistfulness escaped his stoic mask, even as he imagined roaming those lush mountain forests. His voice rolled out in a rumbling Appalachian drawl, a touch softened by the world but still strong. "This is your drop zone. The enemy has heavy AA emplacements in the area, so we're goin' with a HALO jump." There was no need for names, of people or places, the coordinates were all that the Squad needed to know. It was damn near impossible to conceal anything from the young soldiers, but it was remarkably easier to simply gloss over such information as though it was unimportant. "Expect some slight scatter, it'll be a drop at speed and meteorology tells us to be expectin' high winds."<br/><br/>Another click, and another image appeared. "Once you've regrouped, you'll have to make your way down the mountain southeast. All goin' well, you won't be noticed. Primary objective is to infiltrate Compound A." He pointed to the tangled ribbon of buildings nestled at the foot of the mountain. "All enemy scientific and technical personnel are to be liquidised. Any enemy may be considered a justified target, but priority remains on the core research staff. Any specimens discovered are to be called in for further instructions." He pursed his lips for a moment, reaching up to scratch his jaw. "There's no overkill on this one. We want this entire compound razed to the ground before you break for exfiltration to the west. We have an operative on the ground who will provide extraction via air."<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/Thaethan-airfield-2012-9-21_zpse10e0b4c.jpg)</div><br/>