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“Sergeant Garrick,” he said first, pulling out one file.
“Kyle?”
“They call him Gaz. He never said anything.”
John seemed slightly saddened by this, but he moved on quickly.
“John MacTavish, SAS. Sniper - demolitions. Goes by Soap.”
“Why?”
“That’s classified.”
The woman rolled her eyes. After bypassing a few files, John pulled another.
“Elizabeth Tyler, SAS. Infiltration and information extraction expert. Speaks six languages like a native and fluent in another six.”
The woman picked up the folder, reading the label.
“Valkyrie?”
“Most people just call her Valk.”
John chuckles.
“There he is.”
He raised a folder before sliding it across to her.
“Simon Riley.”
“There’s no picture,” she noted.
“Never,” came his instant reply.
He reclaimed the four folders in front of her.
“Now the rest,” he said, tucking them under his arms as he leaned forward. “That’s need to know. Unless we got a deal.”
“What are you calling this task force?” she asked. John smiled.
“One-four-one.”