Both men wore blue jeans, construction boots, plaid shirts and Carhartt jackets. Brian’s was black and Tyus’ was tan. Tyus wore a black wool watch cap, while Brian wore his Boston Red Sox baseball cap.

They did not have a vehicle at the moment, spending time walking through the Vermont mountains. It was difficult work, walking, but something both men were accustomed to. It still made them tired. “Mr. Douglas says it is OK to come visit.” Master Sergeant Morse uttered to his partner.

“Roger that, Chief,” Brian responded to his team chief. He did a map check and GPS check. “We are only a click away from their cabin. I got point.” Brian trotted ahead of MSG Morse, pulling his .45 out of its holster. He had no need for the weapon and it was probably more out of habit than anything else. He knew they were heading to meet friendlies, but you never knew who they might run into in these woods…or what.

Without skipping a beat, Master Sergeant Morse unholstered his Sig Sauer handgun. He quickly followed his newly acquired compatriot. They had been together less than a month and the two were still getting used to each other. This particular operation reminded him more of his time spent in Delta than with a Group.