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"10-4. We'll be on the lookout." Collins said in response to Lana. Goliath's armor was compromised from the energy blast but still intact. Another hit like that could be problematic. "Now, I've got a score to settle. There won't be anything left to salvage when I'm done with this Vivienne."...

Collins was pleased with how easily the first wave fell. The team was capable, at least. "Focusing fire on the Viviennes."

"I'll focus on the vehicles for now, seeing as that Merlin's got AMS. Care to join me, Abdul?" Collins felt the adrenaline starting to flow. It had been months since he'd experienced the thrill of actual combat. The prospect scared him almost as much as it exhilarated him. He trained Goliath's...

"We'll need to act fast then. Abdul, if you have any tricks up your sleeve for quickly implementing your plan, now's the time. Otherwise, we should just prepare to hit them as soon as they come through."

"What exactly did you have in mind? These missiles are designed to detonate under very specific parameters. With some modifications, I could probably get the warheads to detonate manually. Probably."

Collins winced at Morrigan's comment. "I say we take the Pacifica mission. The surviving Avalon forces will probably be less prepared to face us than a New American patrol. Plus, we wouldn't have to worry about reinforcements showing up."

"You're right, I was no simple grunt," Collins said. "I was an officer at one time. But my departure was. . . not exactly clean. Now I'm just a mercenary. I no longer hold any military rank." Collins turned his attention to Abdul. "I agree, we should figure out how we're going to run this...

Collins quietly appraised the other mercenaries as they bantered back and forth. They were . . . an interesting bunch, to say the least. "I must admit, choosing a unit name is a foreign concept to me," Collins said in response to Abdul's question. "I suppose it should be something with a bit...

Collins sighed. He had been briefed on the other mercenaries, of course, and Morrigan's reputation preceded her. "Dale Collins. Former New American Military." He paused. "And you must be 'The Specter of Death'," he said dryly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

The nightmares had not been so bad--not since the last surgery. By the time Collins arrived, he felt mostly normal. He wore simple, olive drab fatigues to the meeting. Since his discharge from the New American Military, he had let his graying hair and beard grow out somewhat, though he still...

Name: Dale N.R. Collins

Definitely interested!