Lance Corporal Anders Björkgård sat in a corner in the Pelican with his helmet in his lap. Under his seat, his Sniper Rifle was secured in a green weapon box, already calibrated, cleaned and ready for use. He watched as Pella made sure his weapons were in order before placing them back where they should be. He remembered the man from Arcadia, didn't know him though. He waited for Pella to finish what he was doing before he spoke. "You didn't check your weapons beforehand?" he asked and expected it was a habit, something Pella spent time on to stay calm or something along those lines, but without asking, one could never be sure. 

Anders was however, not as calm as he usually was. He had not been briefed yet, and he wanted information, he wanted to know what they were throwing him into. He got the name of the Captain as he was reassigned, but 'Captain Sam Lasko' told him nothing. Though to be fair, he was happy about getting back into action. There were scum, that were waiting for an order to be shipped and delivered. Bullets to be shipped to one address, 'Between their eyes'. Elites, brutes, grunts and of course, Jackals. Of course, they had to wait a bit longer, and so did he.