Kuwait Assembly

Unlike what Henry had imagined, the U.S. military of this era no longer used troopships for large-scale deployments. Transport planes and supply ships were reserved for heavy equipment and large quantities of supplies.

As the most lavishly funded military in the world, they gathered soldiers by chartering large passenger planes, flying every soldier of the Mutant Battalion directly to the assembly point in Kuwait.

After arriving, they still had to undergo desert terrain acclimatization training.

One night, Platoon Leader Frank Castle gathered everyone together. With a serious expression, he said, "I know that for many Mutants, the limits of their abilities and which powers must be kept secret are matters that have to remain confidential."

"But everyone can see that the U.S. military is serious this time. We're definitely going to fight Iraq. I hope to know what your abilities are and where their limits lie, so I can make the most appropriate arrangements.

"After all, on the battlefield, even the smallest detail can mean the difference between life and death. If any one of you makes a more suitable move, you might save a comrade. Can you agree with me?"

The men responded in twos and threes. "Agreed." "I agree."

After twelve weeks of grueling training, eating and living together, some camaraderie had naturally formed. What Frank said was not without Reason either. In particular, everyone turned to look at Henry Brown.

Henry was even more popular in the barracks than he had expected. No matter where he went, someone would take the initiative to greet him. He even received certain convenient privileges, such as being waved to the front of a line. Refusing took some effort too.

This was not surprising in the slightest. After all, in this battalion-sized unit of nearly two thousand men, there were fewer