Kyle studied the faces, insignias, armors, and weapons as the room filled with more and more soldiers. He noted, and not for the first time, how there was a subtle sense of segregation amongst the more than thirty UNSC men around him. The Spartans kept to the fore of the room for the most part, seated at the head of the briefing room's table or leaning against the wall. Several ODSTs had congregated around the middle of the table around Rook, giving him an unfamiliar sense of fellowship. Finding that he rather liked the taste of fitting in, Rook angled himself towards them, no longer using his chair and his shoulders as a barrier. He found them all looking at him, their visors opaqued to reveal the faces beneath. Deactivating the polarization of his own visor, Rook gave them a quick nod of recognition that seemed to be well-received. The less distinguished, or perhaps merely less<em>infamous</em>crowd of infantry-men lined the back of the room, eyeing the shock troopers and cyborgs with expressions ranging from admiration to contempt. When it came down to it though, Kyle knew each and every one of them would pull together in order to accomplish the mission. If there was reasonable doubt to the contrary then they wouldn't have been chosen for it. ONI (Office of Naval Intelligence) operated under a guise of ambiguity, but they were incredibly keen on proficiency, and Trooper Nassir was certain this mission was the orchestration of an ONI "spook".<em>That explains why I'm here then. I've worked with -no- <strong>for</strong> them before...</em><br/><br/>Kyle redirected his focus to the front of the room, meeting the Admiral's eyes through the maroon sheen of his visor. He listened intently as the man finally revealed the situation for which they had all been gathered. The intel was scant to say the least, but Rook was starting to get accustomed to such brief briefings. Compared to the careful and often tedious planning he had operated by as an assassin, fighting in a war was a no-brainer. Following the rest of the men to the armory, Kyle made a point of securing extra ammunition and a few more grenades than he typically carried. Next, he made his way down to the drop-bay, reaching it in record time. The Helljumper hadn't had time to explore much of the<em>Hercules</em>, but he was naturally<em>very</em>familiar with the flagship's bays and operation of the SOEIV 'drop pods'. Strapping into a pod next to a fellow ODST, Rook waited for the mission to begin. He returned a thumbs-up to a pair of Helljumpers settling in to his right, looking forward to the mission despite himself.<em>Maybe it's time this lone-wolf learned how to hunt with the pack after all...</em>he mused.<br/><br/>