Derrick sat in the backseat of a Lincoln, looking quietly out the window as the enlisted man next to him spoke.<strong>"Well...we won't officially recognize you as a member of the armed forces, but your aid would be invaluable in this crisis." </strong>Sucking in his teeth a little as he nervously said<strong>"I mean your record? This is like out of a movie or something, plus you've been out there! You've mixed it up with these things and..."</strong>Derrick merely held up his hand and spoke softly<em>"Stop. I was there for all of it. I don't need you to spout off shit I've lived. So sit there, and play the quiet game. K' kid?"</em>The man looked dejected as Derrick's eyes returned to the window.<br/><br/>Sighing softly to himself, he looked back on the circumstances of what led to him to where he was right now. Derrick wanted nothing to do with the American government. He could care less about their mission or attempts to do anything, the only thing that mattered was that he was able to get back overseas to find his daughter. She was going on 10, and she was Derrick's world. Nothing would stand on his way, that was why he blackmailed and pulled strings to get himself in on this operation.<br/><br/>Upon stopping, Derrick hopped out the backseat with his bag slung over his shoulder. Wearing a black fleece shirt, a pair of matching jeans and boots. His attire was rather simple, but it didn't do too much to conceal his impressive physique. An attendant led him through the building, heading towards the room in which he would be briefed. This gave Derrick some measure of interest. For he was very well informed regarding the mission, possibly more than the people who would be joining him. However, Derrick had no idea as to the people who'd make up the team. Derrick would have to see to it that they were up to snuff, he didn't want to go into the field with amateurs. Not when the life of the person who mattered most to him was at stake.<br/><br/>Eventually a pair of black doors came into sight, Derrick went through them and looked around the room. Admittedly it was more impressive than he had been expecting. Crossing his arms over his chest, Derrick noticed a woman by a window. Mentally examining her, it was obvious that she was a soldier. The build was too well defined for someone who sat behind a desk all day. Projecting his voice, Derrick casually said "<em>I take it, you're one of the people whom they've brought onboard for this suicide mission?"</em>Judgement was being reserved presently, she definitely looked as if she could handle herself in a scrap though.