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Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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Nick adjusted his Oakley sunglasses so that they sat above his head. He looked the man in the eyes and spoke.

"Look... I'm not very good at this whole "apology" thing so I'm only gonna say this once. I was in the wrong from the beginning with you. I should have given you a chance. The truth is, if I was in your place, I probably would have done the same thing. Let's be clear: you're a damn good operator and I think you make an exceptional addition to the team, if you're interested, that is."

With that, Nick offered his hand for Matt to shake, an unspoke request for a clean slate.

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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(I'm fast forwarding to the next morning.)

Nick Harrison drove his Black 2019 GMC Sierra Denali pickup up to the security gate of Grey Sword's compound. He stopped and raised his left arm, which already had his personnel badge in it as an armed guard approached his vehicle from the left as another guard with a bomb sniffing dog approached from the right. After scanning the badge, the left guard looked to his K-9 handling counterpart as he made his way back to the front of the truck where he had began. Once the man gave a thumbs up, Nick's badge was returned to him and he was allowed to proceed.

Once he made his way to the parking lot of his team's building, Nick turned off his truck and took the keys out of the ignition before taking a deep sigh.

He HAD to tell Tex, Ace and Lexi about Rixon. When they were on the plane back from Bolivia, the entire team spent most of the flight kneeling around the metal coffin Stewart's body had been placed it. Not that there was much body, more of a badly burnt carcass.

Now, almost a month later, here's Nick's team with a new man. He mentally kicked himself for the way he kept snapping at Matt yesterday. The man did what he would have done. He didn't leave anyone behind. Nick put his head in his hands and took several deep breaths.

Today was a new day. Nick's father taught him that if a man makes a mistake, he has a duty to fix that mistake. Nick fully intended to fix that mistake. He would apologize to Matt and hope that the younger man would except it. Otherwise, he would have pushed a very capable operator who could make a great addition to the team to the fringes.

With his mind made up, Nick stepped out of his truck and made his way into the building. He was wearing a pair of black Oakley sunglasses, a dark brown leather jacket, underneath was a dark blue short sleeve t-shirt, black jeans and the black and brown hiking shoes that he was rarely seen without.

Once he got to the elevator, he pressed a button and went to the floor he knew Stewart's room to be. Once he stepped off the elevator, he felt as if his feet weren't moving as fast as they had been just a moment ago. It was just like in Bolivia when Stewart hadn't been in any of the head counts. Nick's heart dropped when he looked back towards the burned out remnants of the Ambassador's Residence.

Nick snapped out of the memory and shook his head. Although he still blamed himself for what happened to Stewart, he should have given Rixon more of a chance.

He picked his head up and walked with purpose towards the door to Stewart, no Rixon's, room raised his right hand and knocked.

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"And just where in the f**k were you three?" Nick asked with a new agitation in his voice.

"I'm sorry, boss. Ellie had an audition and we had no one to babysit Jace." Ace said with his slight yet noticeable Russian accent.

"Oui. And I had to bail Steve out of jail." Lexi said as she walked out of her cage.

"Wait. You got arrested AGAIN?" Michael said as he looked up from his book.

"Aw, c'mon, man. All the money this company has put into this town? There ain't no arrestin' us. It's a f**kin' formality." Steve replied with a slight arm shrug.

"Just...forget I asked. Whatever your excuse is, you need to gear up and hit the range." Nick said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

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As Nick made his way back to the cage room, he could see that the team had already stowed their gear. Cole was doing pushups, Michael was reading a book and Gordon was cleaning his disassembled rifle. Also in the room were the other members of the team that hadn't been present during the training exercise.

Sitting on one of the tables in the middle of the room was the team's machine gunner, Steve "Tex" Westbrook. Looking at Tex's messy brown hair, his gold rimmed aviator shades that were more than likely shielding his eyes from the sting that comes with a hangover. He was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt, jeans with rips in them (the "worked hard in them" kind, NOT the "fashion" kind) and worn brown cowboy boots. Next to him on the table was a six pack of beer that had three beers missing from them. The man had a smile on his face that gave him the impression of a loveable - albeit disheveled - man. But those that knew him best knew that Tex was actually bloodthirsty, unpredictable maniac who took great pleasure in killing and torturing people.

Leaning against his cage with his arms crossed was the team's tech specialist, Pavel Morzodrenko known to many as "Ace" due to his technical prowess. He was wearing a dark brown short sleeve t-shirt, tan brown cargo pants and black and grey hiking boots.

Finally, getting her gear out of her cage was the team's demolitions expert, Alexis "Lexi" Devereaux. She was wearing an OD green short sleeve t-shirt, hip hugging jeans and tan brown combat boots.

Grey Sword PMC (Private Military Contractors)

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"Yeah. That would DEFINITELY be best. He'll come around to ya, I swear. I'm tellin' ya lad, if he could make it next to the bloody maniacs we've already got on the team, He'll thank God you're around."