Dorian answered by pointing at the large round protrusion at the bottom of his rifle, indicating the custom-mounted grenade-launcher; [b]"Can never be sure nobody fiddles with it if I so much as turn my back to it, and with explosive ordnance like [i]that[/I], you [u]HAVE[/u] to be sure."[/b] He snarked while noting that Lt Watters had a similar mount; but being a scattergun, friendly-fire wasn't of nearly as much concern for her, but all the same she treated those tools like they were her babies; very big [i]deadly[/I] babies.

Being low-man on the totem-pole had the perk of not really needing to plan something more than a few clicks ahead of himself, then worry about contingency plans, and then have the nervous-breakdown of all of those plans going to hell in a handbasket within five minutes of a drop. He just had to make sure he was smarter and faster than a covvie grunt when his time came.