[center][h2][color=BF1010]Spartan Lucas Ryker[/color][/h2][/center]

Following the others, Lucas' hand unconsciously fell on the grip of his sidearm as he tapped on the side of it thoughtfully. Being near the end of the group that was trailing after the Major, it gave him a chance to ponder things. [i]Like why ONI has three separate agents assigned to the unit. Where are the ODSTs? The decorated Marines who've gone toe to toe with Brutes and came out to tell the tale? Hell, where are the Navy Captains who's tactical talents alone make a mission possible? I don't like it...[/i] Over the course of his internal monologue, not only had they arrived at their proposed location for their briefing, but the Major and Vael'Virisusai managed to clear out the other party who was in the way of their briefing.

Ryker took a moment to watch them all stand to leave, appraising them. He recognized most of them as high ranking officials who primarily focused on making sure that the various budgets were appropriately balanced, which would make them, [i]Bean counters. Of COURSE these are the fuckers who were pissing off the major. Hard to believe that ONI, NAVCOM and UNICOM, and Spartan Ops all hate the same desk jockies. Some things I guess.[/i] Following the red armored Sangheili to one side of the table, while he chose to sit, Lucas opted to simply remove his helmet once more and setting it facing the central projection.

"So we're skipping simulated death to go straight to regular death. Sounds like a typical Sunday jaunt for the Spartan Ops. What's the mission?"