Edgard gave Dan a brief nod, he still wasn't entirely sure if Dan was telling the truth or not, but only time would tell, and would it really matter on an assignment like this?
Edgard looked around at the other soldiers, earlier he had caught a glimpse of the inside of the Slav's suit, which had contained nothing. Surprisingly, he had not been as unnerved as he normally would have been, but he guessed that the stone they had all been in contact with had changed them all in some way. And there was the only one among them that had been conscripted against his will, Tim he was sure his name was, checking his gun, a sub-machinegun. Which reminded him that, if they were going to be fighting inside narrow corridors in a while, then he needed to be prepared, a bolt-action rifle would only be of limited use on it's own.
He grabbed the bayonet off his side, deftly drawing it out of its sheath and turning it 180 degrees before sliding it into the mount on the front of his weapon. Not one movement was wasted, and it was preformed with precise timing, no wonder really, as he had done that particular drill for several years. After he had secured it in place he held the weapon up against his left knee with the bayonet pointing to the opening of the truck, so that nobody felt unnerved by having it close to them.