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-"Good; we might need you later on, then. In the meantime, query: Are you here as a volunteer, or as part of another nation's special forces or related group? And if the latter, can you share me any details you know? It might be useful to know who our allies are..."-

Nemo didn't outwardly respond, but his inner balance was thrown off somewhat. [i]Lie.[/i] He knew he wasn't to divulge any information about his handlers, even to [s]friendly forces[/s] allies, but he also couldn't just refuse to respond. And he was no good at misdirection, he knew that. After a moment's silence, he responded. [color=f26522]"Special forces, located in the western hemisphere."[/color] he managed to say. Any more than that would be dangerous for him [s]if[/s] when he returned. 

-"If you really want to help in the battle, ask for a longer-range weapon, perhaps a sniper rifle, if you know how to use one. But to be honest, I would prefer it if you tell me why you've been sent to fight and how you feel about it."- the Officer continued. 

The young boy nodded at first, but slowly began to stop. He didn't know how to use a sniper rifle. Or rather, he hadn't been allowed to practice with one. He knew the theory behind it, but the finer points escaped him. He thought that at one point he had known the correct usage, but that skill must have been [s]erased[/s] forgotten. Pausing for a moment as these thoughts fired in his head, he finally replied. [color=f26522]"Subject sent with orders to assist in defending the area. While the reason is unknown, this battle is considered critical to the plans of those who determined that this area should be defended. Subject was chosen to collect real-world battle experience, and due to lack of crucial knowledge if captured."[/color] 

Nemo, having finished his spiel, thought for a few seconds on the last part of the Officer's statement. [color=f26522]"As long as I can be useful, I'll be okay. Permission to requisition a firearm?"[/color]

There was a flash across the area, behind Nemo's back. The boy didn't react, and was temporarily blinded despite facing away from it. He simply waited for his vision to clear.