(I owe you all a post!)

Wizard looked back at Eagle, his mind back on the job at hand, nodding.
"Sounds good. Slow moving through a minefield, worst when it's in an environment like that without and tools, but once we get something mapped out with recon, we can figure out our approach. Take it step by step, reframe, and make sure we're where we want to be, not where they want us to be. I'll move on your call, let's not rush this." Merlin commented, nodding regarding the operatives.
"If they're a threat, we drop them. It's going to be difficult to get up close so they don't detonate, if that's their ROE." Was all Merlin had to say, as he heard the Canadians talk. Looking to the Norwegian of his team, he chuckled, making a remark.

"Fucking Canucks....eh?" Merlin merely commented to Viking, his tone sarcastic as ever, as he looked back at Blacktail and Joker. He shrugged his shoulders, as he looked out at the scenery of the islands in the distance, and the team that he had to hand in the cramped chopper.
"Lads, I'd suggest we keep a tight search on when we're out there, make sure we don't get caught out. Jungle's a heated place. Let's give em' hell." 

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Wraith nodded to the Pole, adjusting the earpiece, as he looked at the Bor, then back at Scooter.
"Got it." The Kiwi replied, as he adjusted his own AUG, keeping it pointing down, adjusting his boonie hat, the ghillie's hood not wrapped over his head fully, knowing it would just get too warm in the airframe for that right now.
"Ever been to jungle like this? Fucking spiders, man." The New Zealander added, right now, Ed must have sounded like Crocodile Dundee to Romek, even though the two accents had a difference. Training in Borneo with the NZSAS was an experience to say the least, and he was still getting used to the madness that was high humidity and thick jungle, critters and shit that wanted to kill ya.