Eric called for another round of drinks and turned back to Nicolaj and Bill. "What'd you mean, doing? They're training, same as us." "Doubt they got to blow any shit up, though," Bill laughed, and clinked his glass to each of theirs. "I heard that," Eric said. Nicolaj grinned crookedly as they downed their drinks. "Yeah, but what do you think they've got 'em doing?" "Push-ups," Eric chuckled. "Stumbling around some forest in Georgia, crawling in the mud," Bill continued. "We're gonna catch hell for our training once we're all together," Nicolaj said. "They'll get over it," Bill grinned. He scooted back, let their waitress set their next round in front of them. "Here's to Delta, gentlemen. Undisciplined cowboys, the lot of us," he said, and picked up his glass. "To Delta," Eric echoed, and Nicolaj grinned. "To Delta."
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