Ricardo tapped his hand on his knee absentmindedly as Kagan went on about the mission.  While what the officer went on about was not untrue by any means, he dismissed it for the most part.  Ricardo himself was not "military" persay as a large portion of the police in Mexico were federalized but still police.  Their jobs tended to be more localized and didn't involve them flying to countries and going to war.

Why fly an ocean away when you can arrest a cartel member and start a war right close to home?

However, one thing that Emmanual realized after after working with actual military both locally and otherwise is that they always complained about the mission, they never liked it.  It was too fast, too far, too hot, pointless, it was always something.

He chuckled to himself as the man next to him complained, literally, about the deal being "too easy" as it was just amusing.  He sighed and fished out a cigarette, cursing to himself as he was trying to quit but failing.  He lit up and took a drag before responding.  

"Hey, I can deal with a little bit of easy man.  Anyway, from what I hear, and I'm no expert on Arabic national and religious relations, a lot of shit here is less religious and more tribal.  Some of these hajis have been at war with this clan and that clan for so long that the last thing they care about is what side of Allah you claim.  They care more about how 400 years ago, they went to war because someone stole someone's fucking camel or whatever."

He took another drag, checking the mirrors and listening to a radio check over the earpiece.  "This is Hammer 2, radio check Lima Charlie.  Anyway, then, there's money.  I'm not sure about your view on God or whatever, but the fact is that the more people are exposed to money and all that shit, the less they care about God.  Especially these fuckers.  They can live a fucked up life of depravity and all that, and just blow themselves up next to an infidel in the name of Allah the Merciful and get into paradise, not missing a beat."

He adjusted in his seat for a moment and took care of his own firearms.  He had a Rockford Arms 1911 in a side holster and a Benelli 12 gauge tactical shotgun pressed between his leg against the door.  It was modified to hold 7 rounds and one in the chamber, the first of which was a non-lethal beanbag round.  The other shells loaded were good old fashioned buckshot--7 rounds of 12 gauge buckshot in under 4 seconds was an amazing sight to behold...unless you're on the receiving end.  

"I just hope it ends easy, we all could use that I'm sure."