Dan quietly observed Spaight and Rook, stifling a little laugh as he could tell Rook was messing with the poor guy mentally.  He was taking a liking to the new lieutenant already.  The quiet ones were usually those who made the best leaders  As the "operative", the common military name for Delta guys, stepped from the chopper, Dan spoke up, just loud enough to be heard over the dying whir of the rotors.<br/><br/>"Take care of yourself too, sir.  This whole powder-keg seems primed and ready to blow up in our faces."  He threw Spaight a quick salute before looking back toward the other men and women in the chopper.  His eyes came to rest on Rook once again, silently assessing her in spite of himself.  After another couple of seconds, he looked away again, focusing on his customized M4, checking the magazine and making sure a round was chambered and ready to fire on a moment's notice.