Never pegged you as the one to be laying out in a field, mate. [i]Came the familiar voice of Crow, as he approached from behind, wearing his Field Marshal fatigues rather than his armor. The ranking insignia was displayed on one shoulder, the SAS insignia on the other. Like all other SAS officers, he wore the red beret with the gold sword pin, his pistols at his side, each in a shoulder holster. His knife hung at his belt, but he seemed fairly calm for being in a strange environment outside of his armor.[/i]