Tank was officially pissed.  The man's name was Marcus, just like his best friend.  But that could have been overlooked... no it was the way he shook Mea's hand that suddenly got him.  He rolled one of his cigs and tried to ignore it, Mea had been with plenty of men and surely this was just another guy that would be gone and no more like all the others... Tank found that for some reason, this time, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had lost his chance at her forever though.  She had never tried to look feminine for him, never even bothered being anything but Major while he was around.<br/><br/>It is because you are a coward Yousef, you lost your chance years ago.  He pulled his shades over his eyes gratefull he was able to control his tear ducts since the riots in Jerusalem.<br/><br/>"So, now we just sit here with our thumbs up our Fifth point of contact until plane arrives, listening to boring meeting?" he didn't realize it but he had moved to a flanking position to back up Mea, completely unaware of it.