Death and the squad stopped in a clearing not to far from the base "we'll stop and rest here for the night" he said sitting on a log setting his gun down. Medic sat next to him and looked around. Everyone else sat around on stumps or fallen logs. Craig checked his ammo, and grenades. "So are you guys handpicked by the government, or are you mercenaries?" Craig asked looking at Death. "We're U.S special forces. I hand picked this squad based on their individual skills" Death said. "Please explain what everyone's special abilities are" Craig said. "Well Medic is of course a medic, Lucifer is an explosives expert, Dead eye is sharp shooter, Luna is our tech expert, Dragon was our trap setter, and I'm one the best tactical leaders in the U.S of A." Death said. "Huh....so how often does the government call on you?" Craig asked. "Almost every war that requires a mission to be executed with extreme stealth and precision" Death answered. "Now get some sleep Rookie" Medic said standing up "You're gonna need it". "Alright..." Craig said laying on the soft ground. After a few minutes which seemed like eternity he fell asleep.