(I originally had my Character Army, but I can switch it to Marines just as easily.)<br/><br/>"We'll continue along this road, and see where it will take us." Sebastian stated. They were approaching the outer edge of where the Drones have been mapping, and soon will be in uncharted territory.<br/><br/>Sebastian looked up as Corp. Davis gave some points to how the scene couldn't be Iconoclast actions. Reasons that were, in Sebastian's head, quite convincing, but there could be thousands of variable. One of the most distinct could be symbolism. "That may be true, but we don't know the culture of those that were attacked. It could just as well be that burning that particular Totem is actually a blessing in their religion, while leaving it a pincushion was a grave insult. We would have to ask one if we get the chance." Sebastian replied as he looked out over the rolling hills. In the mirror he could see the other Humvee, and the STRYKER following behind. They were both kicking up a lot of dust, and he figured it would be good to check the engine air filters next time they got the chance. Keeping those clean will help keep mechanical breakdowns to a minimum.<br/><br/>Sebastion could only roll his eyes at the conversation about using the Giant Spider's Webbing for making armor. He knew part of it was a very serious conversation, but the other half was a subtle jab of his fear of spiders. He knew where it stemmed from as well. The fact that he had a golden Bar on his collar. The 2nd Lieutenant's Bar, also known as the "Butter" Bar was the insigna for the lowest ranking officer. Generally wore by those that attended the service academies, and ROTCs programs in College. Those that come into the service with it are often times naive, and arrogant. Believing that their God's gift to The Service. Sebastian tried not to let the rank go to his head, and often asked the advice of his Sargent. He wanted to properly lead his team, and this recon unit. "I believe Corporal Davis is right. The Defense companies will fight it tooth, and nail until they can start producing it themselves, and then their attitudes will switch a 180. However, just remember this: When all the dust settles, Take comfort, and warmth in the knowledge that "Rifle" in your hand was made by the Lowest Bidder." he chuckled as the humvee skipped over a bump, reminding him why be brought the extra seat cushion.<br/><br/>"That would be correct, private. Alcohol, and some different types of "Sweet" Food like Candy, and jerky are in those "Care" Packages. Yes, Corporal, I can imagine the reaction to their first reaction to "Fire Water". That is why  I don't think Bourbon is a good "opener". I remember when my Father introduced me to old Jim Bean, and his best friend John Walker in his pretty red coat. It wasn't a friendly first meeting. My Father had to tell me: "I say boy. You sip that whiskey, you don't swill it!" Sebastian stated with an over exaggerated "Foghorn leghorn" voice, and accent. "Wine, and Champagne is better as it doesn't "Bite" the tongue if your not used to it. Depending on how relations go. We can introduce them to the "Fire Water" Later. I just happen to have a bottle or two of Glenfiddich 18 year old Single Malt scotch stashed away." Sebastian stated with a smile.<br/><br/>By Midafternoon, they could see smoke on the horizon. "Stop the Car, Sarge." Sebastian stated as the group came to a slow stop. Sebastian stepped out of the humvee, and climbed onto the roof. Pulling out his binoculars, he peered in the direction of the smoke. "Can't tell from this far. Get the "Toy" out." Sebastian called back. From the Stryker, a rather mousy individual appeared carrying a briefcase, while another coming behind him was holding what looked like a Toy R/C Airplane. "You see that smoke Specialist?" Sebastian asked. The young man nodded. "I want to know what is over there." He continued. The man quickly scrambled to get the gear ready as the other prepped the mini-drone. Soon, the Drone was up, and out flying over to where the smoke was coming from. Sebastian was watching over the operator's shoulder, looking at the small television monitor. What they saw was that the smoke was coming from Chimneys where the dinner cook fires were burning. It was a town, and by the looks of it, Inhabited. "Okay, boys, and Girls. We got ourselves a settlement. Let's go make nice." Sebastian stated as they recovered the drone, and got back into the cars.