<div class="floatright">[img]http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg[/]</div><br/><strong>Specialist David Feather</strong><br/><br/>David settled into the seat of the drop shuttle and fastened his harness into place.  Before losing Jason and the rest of the squad, he had been a hot, wiry bundle of nerves before a fight.  Now he was cold and still, examining his load-out one more time.  Warren had looked at him like he'd sprouted a third eye when he requisitioned a new sewing kit and the extra black, grey, & brown cloth, but David knew what he was doing.  Rolled and tucked into his pack were a pair of hand-cut ghillie suits.  Originally intended for wilderness use, David adapted the color scheme on the fly to provide better concealment in the rubble and concrete of Capino.  Between them was the variable-purpose hand-tool David needed to help with his trap creation and a set of binoculars for spotting.  Normally he would have requested a rifle & scope, but with the competition for arms & armor among the sergeants... Well, he had at least gotten [i/something[/i] to allow him to perform his duties.  With a small nod of satisfaction, David stowed the bag and checked his personal gear one more time.<em>Lockpicks, duct tape, combat knife, pistol, silencer, spare magazines, map... check.</em>He straightened in his seat and nodded at Max.  "When we hit the ground I'll try and find us the nearest access to the utility tunnels."<br/><br/>And with everything settled, he leaned his head back against the rest and exhaled.  He wasn't quite asleep, but he was very relaxed.