Henry's hands trembled slightly as he clutched his M4 and double-checked that his gear was correct. This was very different from the old double-barrelled shotgun he and his father had used to go duck shooting with when Henry was a young boy, and all the plastic in its' construction made the assault rifle feel fragile and toy-like in the British man's hands. He took a calming breath and twisted his head from side to side to work the stiffness from his neck and to hide his nerves.