They had established positions to take in an emergency...or when a visitor was coming around and they weren't sure. That was all visitors.

That meant Dan was on the ground, with his rifle and equipment now. Jeans seemed to be the uniform of choice up here, until winter, and they had winter supplies cached, because they all knew, like the guy in the train hat wrote, winter was coming. He had one of those plaid lined field coats for upland hunting that could layer when it got really bad. But so far, they were in the early stages of autumn, in September. Things would get intense over the winter, in a number of ways. Some guys were having the time of their lives running around in camouflage and dressing up, but Dan preferred the comfort. They also had been doing a lot of work where it didn't pay to look like they were trying to fight the Soviets.

Dan glanced up, making sure that the brothers had the high ground and then around to see where the others positioned themselves. He, like the sergeants, wasn't expecting trouble in a meeting of friendlies, but he knew that careful guerrillas had longer careers than carefree ones. He didn't like the life expectancy of of either type, but he also knew that he'd signed up for this.

The brothers were perfect in their camouflage, but that was to be expected. Joe and Nari might be less than confident, but they still had some training from the people that knew what they were doing before they even got there, and everyone else provided them with pointers even as they exchanged information. A guerrilla band had to know how to do a lot of jobs and they knew that, given the rumors of the situation down South. They knew that guys like Park and Morse were it around here, along with a number of other small bands that they ran. If a lot of guerrillas didn't know what Special Forces actually did before the invasion, they were getting an intensive exposure to it now.

The 86th brigade was behind the mountains. It was easy to wonder what the hell the US Army was doing sometimes, and why the guerrillas were being held back. Some of the guerrillas were grumbling that the war was passing them by, but that wasn't Dan's stance. Things would get hot and then they'd probably be too hot. Suddenly, with their killing of one guy and the other activity, it was going to get hot. This was not a coincidence.

"Hold, identify yourselves!" Morse and Park weren't coming stealth and so it was easy to identify them, but he wanted to give the Giguere brothers a moment to check to make sure no one else was close by -- he knew that they had good eyes and could move around real careful like. It was protocol, but it was necessary. When he got a signal back from the brothers and after Morse and Park identified themselves, he called out, "Alright, come on in!"

Once in, there was the exchange of handshakes, hospitality and people moving into the cabin to pow-wow. Once there was beer and food to be had, that's when the question was popped. The room was a little more full of military gear than before, even if they tried to keep it organized for living space.

"So, what do we owe the pleasure of this meeting to? What have you fellas cooked up for us?"