Reed walked out into the chilly, starless night air of the southwestern United States. He placed down his gear and removed a cigarette from his personal pack, lighting it quickly and taking a deep drag from it. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dance lazily through the air before being wiped away by the whirling blades of several helicopters landing near by. An agent dressed in solid black BDUs exited the helicopter once the loading ramp was done, ducking slightly so as to not lose his head. Reed looked at the agent and flicked the cherry off of his cancer stick, "Are the supplies ready?" He questioned, raising his voice to be heard properly over the whirling blades near by.
"Yes Sir! We also have your separate supplies you requested as well!" He motioned to the Black-hawk in the rear of the group.
"Looks like the assistance will be here any minute now.."