[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Ebrima Arendse[/color]
Somewhere in the Australian Outback, Perth, Australia[/h2][h3]Two Months Later After Return, 0400 Hours[/h3][/center][hr][color=#FF7800]”That works.”[/color] Ebrima nodded, [color=#FF7800]”If they’ve learned anything, they will split up before sunrise and only travel at night. It’s not the sanest thing to do, but if we brave the sun, we can erase their head start.”[/color] Traveling through the desert during the day was discouraged for a good reason even with supplies, but with ten liters of water, a boonie hat, loose long sleeved shirt, full fingered gloves, wraparound Oakleys and a shemagh leaving very little exposed, Ebrima felt confident about it. [color=#FF7800]”But the Arziani twins are plain insane enough to try even with minimal water supplies, and Johanssen from Bravo group likes to think outside the box.”[/color] The Cameroonian said as he prepared his long-barreled MDRx.
“Yes, he’s looking promising on training grounds.” Purna nodded at the mention of the Swede, “I’m looking forward to seeing how he fares in the field.”
[color=#FF7800]”I hope Bravo passes intact. Imagine the Christmas bonus for everyone if we deliver a complete squad, already worn in?”[/color]
“Ever the mercenary.” Purna shook his head.

Sometimes, Ebrima wondered if the only reason he got the job in the end was that Athena could order him to stop talking back now. And with the world and his life no longer at stake, he found himself doing so more and more often, to the point of overhearing two of Bravo group’s trainees wondering if he stole a soul out of a spare Rose clone when no one was looking. He was sure to show them the generosity of his newfound self by bestowing upon them pushups up to 20 counts of four.
Then again, there was a also counterargument to make about changing:
[color=#FF7800]”Aren’t you considering going back to field ops when this batch is done?”[/color] Ebrima raised an eyebrow, the slight shift in Purna’s stance signifying the rumor was correct. [color=#FF7800]”And they say [b]I[/b]’m the one who can’t let go of the past.”[/color] He laughed.
“Do I want to know how you heard of that?”
[color=#FF7800]”I did work security before I came to Raven, knowing things was my job. You know where I’ll be and who to ask if you need help anytime.”[/color] Ebrima shrugged, the statement’s tone making it look like it was an obvious thing. He might as well have said ‘Let me know if you need to borrow some milk.’
“Appreciate it.” Purna said after a pause to consider.
[color=#FF7800]”Shall we make this a bet?”[/color] Ebrima paused preparing his drone, a simplified version of the Scouters he used two months ago, less capable but not requiring a separate processing unit and lasting more than an hour. [color=#FF7800]”Whoever catches the most trainees gets to sleep in on Saturday, loser takes the C and D group long range landnav course that day?”[/color]
“Set your alarm, then.” Purna chuckled as he set out toward Bravo group’s target.
[color=#FF7800]”Try to keep up on those stubby legs of yours.”[/color] Ebrima called back, already allocating Saturday’s morning to finishing that model of Ark Angel that’s been sitting on his desk for nearly two weeks.