Silverwind smiled as Max came in with the rest of Viper and gave a casual wave to the new arrivals to the room. 
"Hey there, Max. Viper; nice to meet y'all properly. Seen you all in passing, naturally, but good to get a better meeting with everyone. Please; stand at ease and try to relax a little. I'm not one ta stand too much on ceremony or procedure outside of combat. Rank and discipline has it's place and it's uses, but seems to me like if y'all are experienced or skilled enough to be here in the first place, then yer intelligent and experienced enough to know how to act, behave, and show respect for each other." He looked over the arrayed faces looking back at him, before looking back at the door as the rest of the units' personnel filtered in. The new pilots greeted Silverwind, and he nodded back. "I suppose it's my turn to handle some introductions. Again, sure we've all met in passin' if nothin' else. But this is Python, the new GEAR pilots who're making up the rest of our new formation. I've been training with them and evaluatin' their progress over the last few weeks, and I've got no doubt that we'll all be fine in the field - and their service records hold up to it too. No doubt we'll all get to know each other better in future too.
	Python team took a seat, and Silverwind studied the faces in front of him for a moment, before he spoke up and launched into the mission briefing. 
	"We're all aware why we're here: the intel recovered from the first mission was a huge coup for us. We got a whole sweep of info we weren't expectin'. An' most importantly, we got some leads on who's been co-ordinatin' the kidnappings and abductions of personnel." He held on that to let it sink in, before grimacing and walking around the desk to lean over it, pressing his palms flat against the cool, dark-wood surface and his single eye roaming over their faces as he continued.
	"Unfortunately, it ain't exactly in the most convenient place fer us all. The movements of the particular sack of crap we're lookin' for have been traced to the formerly-lovely an' now not-at-all appealing or welcomin' nation of Arbrentia, where our man seems to be thoroughly mired in supply, supervision, training and most likely fighting in their ongoing Civil War on the side of th' coup. ANL Special Force and Intelligence Operatives have been active in the war, assistin' loyalist resistance forces, as they're strugglin' without much in th' way of warfightin' tech or infrastructure, which is where we got the bead on this guy. But we're still goin' to be goin' right into an active warzone with ongoing combat.
	"This is our MO: We'll be shipping out in a few hours, enough time for y'all ta pack a change of socks and yer toothbrushes. We'll be flown out of base on a long-range stealth transport. The bird will be met and escorted into the hot zone by Equerian fighters for escort. We paradop in over Arbrentia. A resistance unit will have a GPS transmitter for us to home on, along with IR strobes, so we can all - hopefully - land at the same point. The jets bug out and back to friendly territory, standing by for our word. We head on with the Resistance, where we'll get further intel about our targets' position; they'll have been monitoring his position. An op will be launched to bring our firepower to bear to help out the Resistance, while also gettin' our collective paws on the Tango, and any intel he has on the whereabouts of the missing folks, and what they're workin' on". 
	He let out a breath and stood straight behind the desk at the head of the room, and gave a shrug, raising one eyebrow. 
	"Almost sounds simple, don't it?"