Dark and quiet. That's how it was in a small office within the 501st base. A lone figure was sitting at his desk going over maps, pictures and notes on many of the major battles against the Neuroi ever since this war against them started. His hand held a cigarette, freshly lit as he puffed in a light amount of smoke before blowing it back out and trying to get his head straight. If this operation here in Darwin was ever going to work against the Neuroi Hive, they needed to plan the strategy accordingly. And Captain Aaron O'Donnel, apparently had the job on his lone shoulders. He stuffed the cigarette into an ashtray, rubbing his forehead with his palms and hands as he had an exhausting look in his eyes. He had been at this for hours, going over and over again a plan to take out the Hive. But without the proper intel or any clue how the enemy would react, he couldn't predict the casualties if there would be any. But every time he was going over it, the casualties were estimated to be at least 40 - 60 percent...not good at all.