<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David was about to answer Max when the ensign presented them with Warren's summons.<em>And here we go...</em>Though a moment later he dismissed that line of thought.  Warren wouldn't have called Max in as well if this was just about David's record.<em>Unless he's making her his personal watchdog.</em>His eyes flicked up and down the SpecOps soldier again.<em>There are worse fates, I suppose.</em><br/><br/>He entered the LTs cabin with a sharp salute, mind cataloging details out of pure habit.<em>Still smells like booze, but not vomit.  He woke up hung over but not sick.  Glass of water on the desk, probably some pills in a drawer to help kill the headache.  Eyes clear, speech clean.  Good recovery time.</em>He took a seat when asked, unobtrusively turning it just slightly so he could keep peripheral vision on the door while the LT made his rather surprising offer.<br/><br/>"Sniper team?  Hm.  I am spotter-trained..."<em>Quick grasp of how to deploy new resources.  This may work out better than I had expected.</em>"If Sergeant Cosinara is willing, I see no reason why not.  What sort of intel can you give us on objectives?"