Observations *OTA*
*Jack sat in front of his tent, surrounded by folders of various thicknesses and sizes, chewing absentmindedly on end of a pen. He would occasionally take it out of his mouth long enough to scribble something in unintelligible writing down on a scrap of paper in a notebook. He then would rip that scrap out, sliding it into one of the folders. He had heard several of the squad members had gone on a mission to kill the mutant that had been causing all this power switching shit. What a pity he hadn't gone, he did love a good hunt so.*