He took the folder and and flipped through. "Ma'am I really don't care about race or color. All I care about is if who is shooting AT me and who is shooting WITH me." He saw an eagle around it but not letters. "I take it me being on probation for this gig means I'm kept in the dark on who you work for? Also I'm pretty sure the sergeant wont let me go. You know court marshall and all that jazz." He looked at the paper and the picture of the woman. "I can get into town in two hours and make my way into enemy territory."