The Briefing.

I don't know what they told you, but being a part of this unit isn't a walk in the park.

Sometimes, you'll be in the face of death. You be able to see the grim reaper's brains through those eye sockets.

You're what makes him tick.

That being said - If you don't fuck up, this won't happen. And we aren't in the buisness of sending our boys on a suicide mission.

This is a trial by fire for you newbies.

For the benefit of the older boys - This is Evans, Hannah, Jaskey and Foal.

Foal is coming to us from the S.A.S. - All the way from jolly ol' England.

Welcome to the club, boys. You're all Hawks now.

Onto new business.

We've recieved a private request from a shareholder in the unit - A Mr. Armin Salisman. When an investor asks for help, we oblige - Bullets don't buy themselves.

He's an oil tycoon, and a big believer in the war industry. He owns one of the largest oilfields in the world. He's been recieving death threats recently, along with terrorist attacks on the fields he owns. Obviously someone drives an electric car.

He wants us to catch them in the act, then give whoever's in charge a shakedown. He wants to avoid any kind of confrontation if nessecary. IF. He's never gonna know if the guy gave up or not.

We move out at 0600. Details on the ride over.

Fall out.