Staff Sergeant Rody Quinn was late. Quinn was hardly ever late to a briefing and he hated being late. He was one of the youngest staff sergeants in US history, at age 20 he was also one of the youngest members of task force 102
The new recruits were suppose to be the at the briefing with the rest of the squad hand picked by Captian Foley himself. As one of the new recruits Quinn was ready to prove himself. He was coming in as a demolitions expert replacing one of the men that was killed during the last mission, or so he had been told.
Quinn looked down at his watch. 0759, and Quinn was still on the elevator to the command tower.
The base of the Stray Dogs was a "oil tanker" that was afloat in the Antarctic sea. The ship didn't carry oil however, it was much more than that. But all Quinn was told about the ship is that it was a base and that he had to be in a meeting by 0800.
The elevator finally reached the top. Quinn made his way to the briefing room. As he entered he saw only two people. 0805.
Quinn offered his hand to the nearest man. The man took it and shook.
"Staff Sar'ent Rody Quinn, friend, who er[are] you?" Quinn asked with his normal southern twang.
"Lance Corperal Adelmo Herzch," the man responded with a hint of German in his voice.
"Nice tah, meet ya Herzch, what unit you frum?" asked Quinn.
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