Staff Sergeant Browning was sitting in his quarters, itching to get back into action. As much as he'd been trained to follow ONI orders, and to operate under their somewhat unique methods of war, he was still a helljumper at heart. The heat of battle, the thrill of the drop, he remembered it all. It had been an honour when he had been offered a place in the Spartan-IV programme, but a small part of him wondered if it had been the right decision.

Still, no time for doubts, he thought, pushing the idea to the back of his mind. As he looked up, Rowland appeared

[color=f7941d]Spartan Browning. Captain Lasky requires you in the War Room for briefing[/color]

With Rowland disappearing, Browning stood, stretching, quickly checking his suit with a once over. Clean as always. No less to be expected of an ONI unit. He took a deep breath, wondering if this had been the job he'd been hoping for, before stepping out of his room and heading for the War Room, his boots making a soft thud as he strode through the vessel.

Upon arriving in the briefing room, he noticed the three other Spartans, and then Captain Lasky. He stood tall, clasping his hands before him. He spoke with a deep, gravely voice, amplified by the speakers from his helmet.

[color=00a651]Captain Lasky. How may I be of service?[/color]