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0600, UAE, Arabian Desert

2 hours before Delta Team enters Dubai

1st Lt Alphanso Adams stood next to Captain Martin Walker as he discussed the plan for entering Dubai. "We go in, confirm the status of Civilians and the 33rd, and then radio HQ". By the book… That was Walker in a nutshell. It was the reason Adams respected him. He always seemed to know how it was done and performed exemplary. "A fuckin' hero" he was called multiple times. Even Adams called him one, and to him, being a hero was no easy task. Growing up with little in a bad neighbourhood, heroes would be the type to die and be forgotten. Not Walker, Adams had seen that guy go through shitty situations and come out fine, Adams had no idea how he did it.

Being in a war made Adams a different person. He would wait for the magic words of "Mission Accomplished" so he could go back to life as it was before, and put it all behind him, or at least try to. But someone like Walker, who could brush shit like that off with no trouble, surprised Adams, and it was no wonder he got drawn to Walker and became part of Delta Squad. Even though the constant battering and bruising tired Adams and pushed him every waking day, somehow being with Walker and his calm matter-of-fact attitude just pushed him to keep going, and emulate his attitude towards war.

The Mission Itself was easy, Go in, and confirm life and get out was the basic gist, although command wanted to know about Lieutenant Colonel John Conrad and whether he managed to evac those refugees 6 months ago. But somehow, Adams had an uneasy feeling. Although he never shared it with Walker or especially Staff Sergeant John Lugo, he felt that death would be on them today. Of course it would, he thought. We're soldiers, what do you think we do? Hand out cookies to the enemy? We kill them. That's our job, our way of life. That's all a group such as Delta knows. That truth scared Adams more than any PTSD ridden battlefield ever could. That he could never get the stench of blood of his hands.

As Walker detailed more of the plan Lugo joked about how" Three Bad ass Superheroes" As he called them we're sent in to deal with civvies. John Lugo… Adams had a love/hate relationship with the man, mostly hate. It's not like he didn't like him, more than once Adams shared a beer with the man and called him a comrade. No, this hate was different, more on a level of command. The problem was, Lugo was such a polar opposite to Walker, when Walker was professional, Lugo would be a smart-ass. While Walker planned by the books, Lugo wanted to do the opposite and screw orders. The man was a talented marksman and a bilingual who was an integral asset to the team, yet the feeling never left him that Lugo was not cut out for this team. The story goes that Lugo was handpicked for this role from a number of higher ranked candidates, because of his "exemplary skills that would boon the entire squad". Bullshit, Adams thought. Lugo's only skill that he hadn't seen before was his skill to fart the American National Anthem and to turn anything Adams said into an innuendo. Walker himself said that "Lugo's ass must have an IQ of 170 the shit he comes out with sometimes". Still, Adams couldn't say Lugo wouldn't be missed if he left, something about the American Anthem gained charm when farted while lying in a ditch surrounded by enemy gunfire.

As Walker finally looked up at Adams and Lugo after detailing the plan, all he did was nod as if to say "This is it guys. Let's do it" Something about that calm face before going into a potentially fatal mission made Adams chuckle as he realized.

"I would follow that man into Hell"