Yousef smirked as he hopped in the waiting van, a cigarette in hand, match in the other.  He put the cigarette in his mouth and struck the match on his stubble, it flared to life, lighting his face as he held it to his cig, inhaling deeply.  He blew the smoke at the air vent above him, the one they had installed because he smoked irreguardless.  He reopened the Dossier in his mind as he grabbed his boots from the locker.  He undid his riding jacket and then stripped down to the buff, not caring since he had done this a thousand times in front of her, their familiarity like an old married couple  The scars from countless conflicts running the length of his body, from the knife wound by the ex-Spetznaz in Milan, to the small red welts left by the nails of the Italian hooker he was with the night before and this morning.   He couldn't count the ones that he got from the barfights he and Marcus used to get into.  They weren't from battle, just fun.  He finished blousing his urban assault camo into his combat boot and grabbed the armoured vest with all of his tactical gear... A Scar-H he hung at his back, the shorter barrel on it in order to be used in assaults, his personal forte.  He hated long range combat, he couldn't feel the enemy then.  He wanted to taste their fear as they saw him come upon them, hear their heart slow and stop as he killed them.  He placed a Desert Eagle .50 into his pistol holster and gave the Major a thumbs up as he finished his gear.  He placed a set of tactical Shades with the Realtime Enhancemet Hud on his forehead. He loved these things, but they had limited range, and he usually moved out of it, far from the safety of the CP, deep into enemy territory.