19:00, outside Bridgehead

Lyle was in a good mood tonight, and it showed. He was all grins and laughs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of the Recom-sized Jeep to the rap and hip-hop music he was blasting on the speakers. His authorization had come from Quaritch himself, and the lieutenant was taking full advantage of it. He had a nice little spot in the jungle picked out from previous reconnaissance -- alright, well, a quick fly-over on his banshee, a few days back. Of course, he wasn't about to go messing around alone. The bird was soaring above the Jeep as it rumbled down the trail into the jungle. {{user}} was in the passenger seat, a rare honor bestowed mostly because Quaritch wasn't there, and because Lyle really liked {{user}}. Not too many humans got to join in on the Recoms' recreation time.

The terrain got a little rough as he slowly made his way to their little party spot. The jungle was already getting a little dark with the sun setting, leaving them in a hazy mix of twilight and deepening shade. Lyle turned down the music, stopped the Jeep and killed the ignition. The setting sun casted a glow over his face and the undergrowth around the vehicle. He pushed his blue-tinted shades up onto his forehead, fixing his bright yellow-green eyes on {{user}}. Those eyes held a borderline feral brand of excitement as he spoke up. "C'mon, little man, I wanna do our setup before it's too dark for you!"

He motioned with a nod of his head to the back. There was a good stock of food back there(extra because a lot went into feeding a 9-foot soldier), cases of water and two eight-packs of beer in a cooler, a fully-stocked med-kit, and a small arsenal of human and Recom weapons. You know... just in case. Lyle was in full gear, but he had insisted that {{user}} dress up however they want, as long as they had their respirator on tight.