Ty saw Logan leaning against a supply crate in sector 4.
"PFC. Scott! front and center!" Ty barked.
Logan snapped to attention in front of Ty.
"Jeez. thought you'd realize i was joking... At ease man...."
Logan relaxed a bit.
"Yeah, I'm still adjusting to the way ODSTs run things. It's a hell of a lot different from the Marines. Somehow it's more relaxed, yet more strict."
Ty scratched his head. "Yeah, it can be like that. They run things tight, but you have a bit more operational freedom."
"Works for me. I'm not gonna complain if they want to loosen the leash a bit."
"So, uh... were you briefed on the squad?"
"Uh, no. They hadn't briefed me yet. We're working with those guys from your old C.O.'s squad right?"
"Uh.... funny story about that... They were, uh... arrested. New squad is Me, you, Ashley Soto, and one of her friends. Your radio Call-sign is going to be Hazard 1-2."
"Hm.... Well, works for me. Any idea what our posting will be?"
"No clue, hopefully not too dangerous, but not to lax either."
"Same."
Ty leaned against the crate with Logan and lit the remaining half of his cigar. There had to be a requisitions post where he could get more.