The Rat Patrol had just gotten back from rescuing a German general who wanted to desert. Exhausted, they sat in the mess hall eating. Christina, of course joined them for a cup of coffee.
Troy listened to the voices around him. He could tell whose voice was whose without even looking. This had helped them successfully carry out several missions. Every person knew each others voices no matter how disguised it was. It was one of the things that came from their trust of each other.