He walked with her and moved carefully taking a cap and walking behind her meeting the woman eye to eye. He folded his arms across his chest as she spoke. She was someone in command. No way did she get this much walking room a private chopper and this much sway over his own commanding officers. She was really up there on the food chain.
"I'd like to be the first...I'd like to be the person in the right place in the right time." He spoke carefully. "But in this place...it seems like you got alota of right people all bunched up in one bad place in one serious wrong time." A chopper landed with troops wounded and bloodied.
"judging by your gear your a private outfit. Not navy, marines air force or army." He looked over at her. "CIA? NSA?" He asked as he saw the troops getting loaded out.