Richard smiled as Siouxsie walked in in her more fashion than function snow outfit. The smile died as he realised that it probably meant that this team was going somewhere cold. He became tight lipped when he heard they were going to Antarctica.<br/><br/>He had heard some rumors about the US Army being on a research mission in the Antarctic, but this was the first actual confirmation that he had of it. Same with those Rift monsters. He knew something was up but except for the units who saw action against them, and they were sworn to secrecy, there had been nothing other than third hand gossip about them.<br/><br/>With Siouxsie finished the briefing, Richard tentatively raised his hand.<br/><br/>"So, what's it take to bring one of those things down? Should we be bringing some heavier gear, or are they less tough than they look?" Almost as an afterthought, he added "And what is the supply situation? Will the base camp be feeding us or will we need to bring our own chow?"<br/><br/>His questions asked, part of his mind already started making a list of what he was going to be bringing. The best snow gear he could find was the immediate and obvious answer. Food was also right up there, regardless of whether or not the camp would be feeding them. Just in case.