<div align="center"><strong>Trans-Atlantic Chinook Flight to Tunisia - Overall Trip Success, Good</strong></div><br/><br/>The Chinook had been well-oiled, which meant when it had finally lifted off of the tarmac, its twin rotors working in unison to lift the large bird off of the ground, leaving smatters of black oil where it had stood. For a Chinook that was a good thing because a standing rule was to never board a Chinook that was not leaking oil. No leaking oil meant no oil and no oil for a bird was bad news. The flight had been uneventful, though full of dirty jokes and a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em involving the crew and whichever members of the group wanted to participate. The chief pulled out his portable DVD player and they got to watch 300 while he recited most of the popular lines with as much tenacity as Leonidas himself. It was a 16 hour flight, with a mid-air fuel-up that proved uneventful. The cargo net seats seemed pretty comfortable and everyone had room to kick their legs out and catch some snooze. The trip went so well in fact that the hours passed swiftly and before they knew it, they were being notified by the Chief to get their helmets back on and grab their gear up.<br/><br/>As the Chinook dropped to land, the hot air seeped inside. It was night out, just like Siouxsie had said it would be if things went ideally. The crew pushed the doors open for the team and beckoned them out into the blackness. Immediately the team was met with the hot, swirling stink of cumin and goat. They had to watch out because the wash from the twin rotor blades of the Chinook was pretty powerful, so the Chief had reminded them to duck their damn heads down and run. Soon, the crew had backed the truck out of the rear of the bird and a few minutes, it hefted its great bulk into the air and ascended into the night. Once the chaotic noise from the Chinook began to fade, they were left in stillness, with the occasional bleating of a sheep and the shout of someone calling their child home. It was about 100 degrees even with the sun down and the air was heavy with the aforementioned scents.<br/><br/>The town where the team was supposed to set up shop for the duration of the mission, or until things got too hot to handle, whichever happened first, was indicated on the map applications for their iPads, informing them that they needed to head north-west about one mile. Ferret's iPad was already busy uploading three messages from their mystery contact. They were short and to the point since their information was vital:<br/><br/>The First Message:<br/><br/><em>All is quiet on the front. Town is Yellow-Green.</em><br/><br/><br/>The Second Message:<br/><br/><em>Heavy anti-Christian protest activity. Dress for the "climate".</em><br/><br/><br/>The Third Message:<br/><br/><em>Open for business east side; area heavily damaged by mortar attacks. 1 mostly intact bldg. for use.</em><br/><br/><br/>No message to indicate if they would be contacted further. A message for everyone's iPad from Siouxsie downloaded a minute later:<br/><br/>Siouxsie writes:<em>Safe and sound! Good! News has been active recently, perp. and recent group following incited a big anti-Christian riot, lots of people killed. Lot of the towns are up in arms now, play it safe!</em><br/><br/>They were free to move on.