“I got it.”  Haze says.  “The Russians are our best ally over there, so don’t fuck this up.  In addition, there is a possibility of Bin Laden being in the Ossetia Mountains near the Caucuses.  Your mission information will be continually updated.  This will keep things fresh and accurate.”

            “Fresh and accurate,” Sgt. Rock says, “not even one minute ago, you told us the pencil pushers in the Can’t Identify Anything, CIA had his position nailed down near Peshawar, and now we are talking Russian.”  “What are you leaving out?”

            Sgt. Rock had a gaze that if he cast it upon you when he was not in a good mood, would make your balls shrink.  Haze felt this and decided to come clean, with the unit.  He looked at the ground the way you do when you are not too proud of your actions.

            He then raised his head up, and looked directly at Sgt. Rock and said, “I cannot tell you now, for operational security reasons.”  Then he just stopped talking and the room got very quiet except for Waller farting.

Waller giggled at his antic, but there was no other laughter in the room.  The gravity of the situation was starting to come home to roost.  These men were used to going in half blind and coming out with the target. 

All were wondering why they were not being given some details of the operation and concluded the CIA decided on a joint operation.  This sometimes worked, and most times did not.  The unit trusted the unit, and only the unit, but also harbored an affinity for regular military service people.

It is true that many CIA operatives are former Special Forces.  The problem arises when people do not acknowledge who is in charge in situation.  This sometimes leads to a pissing contest of epic proportions.

“Fuck it,” Luoma says, “let’s get this show on the road.” He continued, “When do we leave?”  Then, “Do we have time for a drink?”

Nordby quickly sided with Luoma and they all looked at each other and said, “If we are not the baddest motherfuckers in the valley, we are in deep shit.”  Nush adds, “True that.”  This moment was funny the way a moment in a bar might be funny.  Picture a bar full of very ugly people singing “you are so beautiful” while looking at each other.