Jean stood next to the truck. He looked quickly and made a fast, overall glance, and many of the Westminsters were still gathering or walking towards their transports. Their faces told all one thing: they all were nervous or afraid. Not one had probably seen a day of combat or fired a rifle in anger, Jean thought. They hadn't seen a dying comrade or faced German Panzers, but they all had had different stories and tragedies behind them.

"Hurry it up!" Jean shouted to the rest of their small League, in a very stern voice, almost demanding. "We don't have all day, and we are burning daylight The [i]boches[/i] are waiting."

Jean climbed to the truck and a few other already sat on the benches. He tried to take a more reaffirming tone with his voice, saying: "Try not to worry too much. I've been training parachuting for months, and the falling down is quite a fun experience. Just don't look down when you jump, or you'll freeze at the door." Jean took a glance at each one of them. A woman as tall as a child, a blonde Brit with glasses and a Chinese woman of almost meek appearance.

"By the way, the name's Jean, the sniper of this troupe." Jean again measured each one with his eyes. [i]They all look green[/i], he thought in his head. "How are you feeling? Nervous? Afraid?"