Griffin looked at the can of Monster in his hand and took another swig. "If it's navy strength, brilliant. If not, it won't do nothing for me." Griffin said to the French woman as he stepped further inside the room. He'd certainly seen worse for briefing rooms, having done briefings in muddy fields back home. His days in the RAF College had its ups and downs.

Griffin didn't know how he would handle the heat in Malta. He had considered filling his flight gear and clothes with ice packs, but he figured that might be too much. Problem is, he only wore dark clothes, so he might have to forget about wearing hoodies for a while. At least he'd brought his aviators so that he doesn't get blinded every morning.

Griffin remembered that there would be his first mission soon, hopefully a couple of days away so he could get some rest, but he was still curious as to what it was. "I was told we'd be going wheels up again in a few days. What's the job?" Griffin said as he took another swig of his Monster.

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