[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

[b]'Village of La Haye Sainte. Nothing spectacular there, just a few shops, a crossroads... and a few Imp squads guarding the route to Vasel.'[/b] The Sergeant grimaced. [b]'Our orders are to clear a path to Vasel ahead of a major offensive; I assumed that Squad 9 was doing the same?'[/b] Come to think of it, he hadn't heard anything in the brief about the other squad's objectives. Operational security perhaps, in case someone got captured? Or was the old coot just going senile.

[h3]Captain Meulemann, Gallian Militia[/h3]

The Captain sneezed suddenly. [b]'Are you alright sir?',[/b] asked a worried looking aid. [b]'Yes, yes... I just have the feeling that someone, somewhere is mocking me...'[/b] He glared northward, irritated for some reason, before turning back to his paperwork.

[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

[b]'Pull up over here, Carn.'[/b] Finally the APC trundled to a stop at the edge of the woods and the squad fanned out to secure the area. [b]'Fina, Jatmoore and, say... Hunt. Go scout out the route into town; keep an eye out for potential MG nests and a good avenue to approach. Good luck and try to avoid being seen.'[/b] As the scouts left to carry out their orders, Harald began to unload his kit and provisions from the APC. [b]'We may be here a while guys, so settle down. Bons and Kyo, watch the perimeter. Everyone else, get something to eat.'[/b] Harald sat down heavily against a tree and opened up his first steak sandwich as he began thinking about how best to deploy his men. With a few new additions, their teamwork might be lacking, so pairing them up would probably be a good idea.

[h3]Private Bons, Gallian Militia[/h3]

Despite Evan's coarseness, Alonso found himself feeling slightly better. He didn't answer though, still unsure of how to deal with... Hell, any of his squad mates. The Corp was nice, if a bit distant, and some of the girls had been kind enough. He still had his doubts about Glaive, but as time wore on and he thought about it logically, the reasoning behind his spy theory seemed more and more flimsy. Maybe she was just a bitch? He shook his head violently to clear away the thought; whatever she was, Glaive was a soldier like himself. She deserved his respect. Probably. He bundled out of the APC along with the rest of the squad, nodded glumly at his orders and set himself up some distance away from the others where he had a good view of the surrounding forest. Alonso didn't hate being on stag duty. It was a chance to centre himself, be away from the others and perhaps relax a bit. After all, the chances of the Imps actually finding them were stupidly low, right?