"Bit of a hill ahead Sarg. The second objective is behind it, I think we should peek around first." A British recon unit said.
"Kidd", Collins motioned to move forward. Specialist Andy Kidd was always the one corner peeking during indoor raids, and looking where he shouldn't be at the enemy. He's caused a few bad guys to die, and probably saved the lives of a couple soldiers. He was great at surveying, he could tell if the enemy had been somewhere even a week after they left. He would survey an area to see if it was an attractive target to an enemy and if he thought they might try to take it, it got mined. He was almost never wrong. He was always scared about it because you never know when someone is standing right at the corner your looking around ready to take off your head.
Kidd strapped his rifle to his back and whipped out his uber-binoculars, he had that written on the side. He gave all his gear names, his rifle was Jacky, the name of his sister that beat up a guy for him when he was 12. He was a weird guy, maybe that's why he was so good at his job.
He slid across the ground in his cliched spy way that he loved doing, and slowly looked around the hill. It was there all right. A smashed up Dropship lying in a heap right there, dead in front of him. With enemy soldiers swarming all over it, like ants on a wad of gum, they all had that cocky look on their face, the one that said, lookie what I found pop, neighbors gonna be mighty jealous. The bastards. Then he saw something that confused him a great deal.
He waved back to another soldier to get a second opinion.
The other man ran up to the front while hunched over to avoid being spotted, thumping down beside him.
"Yeah Kidd?"
"Look, over there, behind those guys with the big grenade launcher/shotguns, on the truck."
"Woah. I want to call command, they can't have that" said the second man.
"What I was thinking. Lets tell Collins" agreed Kidd