Acar looked up from his Desk. There were so many coming and goings between His base and the Sides that it was hard pressed sometimes to keep things straight. Acar's desk was a visual representation of it. As much as he tried to keep things neat and orderly. the continuous piling of paperwork always seemed never ending. Acar's eyes narrowed at McNeal. The New comer gave off a confidence that was a bit refreshing. Not like that last person, Ghost. He seemed to have nothing but a chip on his shoulder, and hard-on for events of the past. Acar took a deep breath through his nose as he surveyed McNeal. The News was indeed welcomed. The "Stalkers" was a fairly infamous unit, but they always got the job done. Something that even Acar can appreicate. Acar stood up and looked McNeal squared the eye. "Welcome to Africa, Captain McNeal. I have heard great things about you and the Stalkers. So I am looking forward to seeing great results." Acar stated, surprisingly respectful. Returning the Man's salute.