I walked back to my bunk. I had done some "shopping" the day before, and I pulled out the ACR 6.8 MM, and then donned some DragonSkin body armor. This wasn't kevlar. forget no. It had MK III protection - it could stop small rifles. The vest covered my entire torso, and I put on some cargo pants. I drop a VERY thin cotton shirt over it, with lnog sleeves. It was green, and painted down the two sleeves were two bright orange Phoenixes, their beaks open in a screech. Their wings wrapped almost all the way around the sleeve. I put on a steel helmet painted grey, and stepped out on to the airstrip. The late chopper was waiting, and I climbed in. The M1911 in the holster at my side rustled as if it were nervous. The Chinook climbed into the sky, it's rotors beating. I sighed, remembering my army training.