Richard was about to respond when the Intelligence officer entered and dumped the contents of her perfume bottle on the scout's head. An instant later the smell hit his nose. While he had liked the whiff he had smelled in the entrance, this much just made him screw up his nose a little.<br/><br/>He waited as the scout, Shadow, made his introduction, and then with the knowledge that this outfit was was a lot more lax than his old unit, began to speak.<br/><br/>"Well, my name's Richard, and I'm brand new here too, only just got cleared by the security boys three days ago. By the sound of things, this job sounds a lot more fun than cruising around Kandahar waiting to get blown up." He made a wry smile, like he hadn't actually spent two weeks doing just that. "It's a pleasure to meet both of you, looking forward to working with you." And he actually meant it, these two seemed more than good, though there was something about Shadow that just unnerved him.<br/><br/>"I had a quick question though," he said, directed at Red since she had been here longer, "is there a place I can put my helmet and bike jacket?" He wasn't looking for a fancy storage spot or even a locker room. Just a shelf would work. He desperately wished that he had been given a tour of the base, but that could be fixed later.