The mongoose turned back to Shelton. "Were you the designated driver for that team?" he asked.
"Naw, that was Dolon," said Shelton. "The bloke your commander executed back there."
"Oh." The Mongoose fell silent for a minute. "Who were those guys?"
"Dragonstorm has organized several five- to six-man teams to act as recon groups or to be sent on away missions. That one, which included me, was the first team assembled. The First Dragonstorm Reconnaissance Team, or DS-1. We had the highest success count out of all the DS teams."
The human looked over. "Do I detect a hint of remorse in your voice? You haven't gone Stockholm on us, have you?"
Shelton looked down. "I will admit I felt some kinship between myself and those five men," he admitted, "Except Protesilaus. He was creepy. But they backed the wrong horse, and now they're dead, and there's nothing I can do about it. This way, there'll be nobody to prevent me from helping you guys take the entire organization down. War has casualties, and every decent member of Dragonstorm I've ever met has ended up one of them."