As McKnight watched the group disperse to grab necessary equipment before they went scouting, he noticed another man jogging towards them. The soldier was a clean shaven man, despite the heat and current conditions, and gave Greg a sharpish salute. The black dove on his shoulder marked him as a member of McKnight's Black Saints. The name tape on his breast read 'Loch', and the rank patch on his chest identified him as a lieutenant. The officer was young and fresh faced, but the Ace's pin on his chest marked him as a veteran. McKnight returned the salute and gestured for the man to follow as he walked away from the truck and towards where the Wappas were being stored.

"Commander, you look like you're up to no good." Loch said with a mischievous grin as he followed his commanding officer.

"On the contrary," McKnight replied, "We're deploying on a recon mission. With the purpose being to acquire intel regarding the road ahead and possible resupply." 

Loch cracked his knuckles and gave him a toothy smirk. "Should I get the rest of the Saints to sortie as well?" he asked, a noticeable degree of excitement crawling into his voice.

"That won't be necessary Loch." McKnight replied, watching Loch's shoulders sink. "I know you're stir crazy. Everyone here is. Keep the Saints in line 'til I get back."

"You got it boss." Loch replied with a sigh and a salute as McKnight made his way to one of the waiting Wappas and mounted it. Settling down in his seat, he began looking over the machine's status and getting himself used to the vehicle's controls.