"Look, I'm sorry. I just cant give you that kind of information. I'll do anything else, I just cant do that. I cant betray my country, I wont. This country, gave me everything. Oh god, just keep him away from me, please, dont let him near me, oh no. Oh god! Come on, baby, just relax into it, let Godzilla do his thing, uh, uh uh." Jensen quoted, making two dinosaur toys do the dirty on each other while he was sat on the ground, in front of an American flag.

"Ok, ok, come on, this is wrong on so many levels." Pooch intervened from where he stood, leaning on a random, waist-high rock. I was sitting a bit away from either teammate, legs curled up to my chest and one hand twisting a blade through the fingers as the sun glimmered off the metal. "Stop it."

"What? And get cheated again?" Jensen asked, hopping back up from the stone ground and into his seat on the makeshift bench, opposite Pooch who was topless and scratching his back with a stick. We were outside, green forestry surrounding us. Quite and peaceful, that was soon to change when we got on our job.

"Hey, the Pooch may lie, the Pooch may steal, the Pooch may-" Pooch was cut off by a mouthy -so, normal- Jensen.

"The Pooch may refer to himself in the third person?" Jensen asked, settling in his bench seat off the ground.

"Occasionally. But the Pooch will not cheat." He said, waving the clean wood stick around in front of him in smooth movements.

"Well, Pooch can relax. I was worried about Cougar." Jensen said, nodding his head in the spanish snipers direction who was currently midway stripping his gun and wiping it down with a rag. Usual vest and necklace, clear to be noticed and hat that seemed to never leave his head.

"Yeah, right. Its always the quiet ones." Pooch replied, making Cougar huff a laugh and give a smile. Cougar usually kept his mouth shut although his sometimes talked depending on the situation.

"What? Its blind mans bluff. Higher call wins, how can a man cheat you?" Rouqe from the other side of the area, a few metres away from anybody vest top and dog tag dangling from his neck, looking as pissy as ever before he set the card pack on the middle of the square, metal container, usually used for supplies. We were a small devision of the Army who took undertook bombings and things along those lines, hence the dog tags and weaponary. Roque sat on a cinder block and used it as a seat in the back of the truck we were using, I was sat on the roof while the others were in the back. The table not more than 2 metres from me and a tad closer to everyone else, I ignored the petty arguement and continued twirling my knife. Fixation Bowie, I take prde that its one of the most deadly daggers in the world although I think its a piece of art to be used and my best friend outside my team. Each team member, exluding me picked 3 cards from the deck at random.

"Feel like I got something over herre, I feel like I got something." Pooch told the rest of the team with confidence, I rolled my eyes. Cards wasnt my type of game. Jensen ran his fingers over the -suprisingly well conditioned- cards in his palm that were faced down, muttering.

"King, queen jack, king, queen, jack." Closing hsi eyes behind his circle glasses with the thinnest rims. "Alright, one two, three, go!" He said, each team meber selected one of their cards and stuck it to their heads, I stifled a laugh at the ridiculous sight before sliding my knife into its holder, twising so I was sat crossed legs and peering on the game below, I could see who was winning and smirked. Jensen -Comms and tech- card had a 2, Cougar -long range eliminations- had an 8, Pooch -transp & heavy weps- had a 3.

"I got, I got a great feeling about this one." Roque -demo & tactical- with a 2.

"Well, yo mama had a good feelin last night." Jensen mouthed off with a clap. I rolled my eyes with a scoff.

"Hey Captain, you in?" Jensen asked. I was Captain -Infantry and IT systems operator-. I shook my head no and that was my usual reponse. They shook it off since I didnt usually play anyway.

"Alright, alright, lets go." Roque said, pulling out a huge ass knife and laying it on the makeshift table.

"Whoa, whoa." Pooch exlaimed.

"A'ight, a'ight, I will raise you." Jensen said, laying his special gun on the table, i shook my head, god these guys are idiots.

"You dont wanna do that." Roque suggested as I whistled decendingly from a high note to a low one.

"I dont?" Jensen asked back, clearly not convinced.

"The piece you got of the Handerin General?" Pooch asked, slipping a hand gun from its holster and twiling it in his hand.

"Yeah?" Jensen asked back.

"I'm definetly in." Pooch added, placing the gun down, I gave up and let out a long sigh as Jensen started laughing and Roque went to pull out something else.

"Alright, lets go." Roque said, upping the bid for another huge knife which made Jensen lean back a little.

"Whoa." He laughed as Cougar smiled and Roque kissed the clean, knife before setting it down. "How many knives do you have? What is going on back there?"

"Cougs, its your bet." Pooch reminded him, Cougs went to his boot until another man's voice interrupted us.

"Hey losers!" Our boss's voice, Clay, called out and we all turned to face him while he stood next to the river. "Its time." He nodded at us, Clay -operational control-. We stopped the betting and moved out, Jensen got off the back of the truck and gave me a hand, I grabbed it, slipping off the roof of the truck and we went out to Bolivia to set up our job.