" Tom Joad, CS Ranger reporting for duty!" he says as he snaps to attention. He
looks around the room sizing up the other soldiers. He can tell by their looks and their smells that some of them are scared and he can also tell there are
some of them he should be scared of. "I specialize in not being heard, not being seen. I blend in, I disappear, till I am ready to strike and then, you
won't even hear the bullet. I use minimal equipment and can survive for weeks alone in the wilderness." He feels that is sufficient for now. If there is one
thing Tom's dad taught him it was not to show all your cards. He thinks back to
his dad and his family. He remembers all his dad had taught him in the swamps of what was southern Georgia. Hunting, hiding, and surviving were what they did
for food and for fun. His brothers and him would spend days running around the swamp hunting each other. Those were good days, the days before they were
slaughtered by them. The monsters will pay! They will pay for their mistake, leaving a boy for dead when he wasn't quite
ready to die. He is here now, ready to strike back at the heart of what broke his. Tom grinds his teeth and returns to reality. Takes his seat and resumes
his stealth like appraisal of the rest of this motley crew…