Special Weapons and Infiltration Expert Cecilia Kitterin Veneeri or "Kitten" as her code name was, looked in the small mirror hanging above her bed and sighed. The bags under her eyes were never going to go away. Sleep had been something she couldn't or in this case, wasn't allowed to enjoy. She had recently came back from a mission in New York that, truth be told, wasted her time. A suppose bomb threat in the subway where some idiot had threatened millions of lives with nothing more then a decoy and a gun, shouting crazy nonsense about God or something. If religion was involved nothing good ever came out from it. Green eyes starring back at her, she patted the dark circles under her eyes and frowned. "Beauty sleep my ass."She said. She was promised sleep, instead, she was on this Blackbird going for another mission. Jack had insisted on having her on this team, along with another female soldier. No one ever hung out, then again, how could one have a normal social life with the kind of job they had.<br/><br/>Forcing herself away from the mirror, Cecilia ruffled her short black hair, making it stick out in a way that didn't look so embarassing. She wasn't sure what this new mission was about, but no doubt it was something-<br/><br/>Jack's voice was heard echoing through out the room and it didn't work that it was so fucking loud in the ladies room. She covered one ear and cursed. "Fucking A Jack, don't yell in the mic."She said, though that was Jack's normal way of speaking. Heading for the door, she pulled it open and stepped through, wondering what the lightnews was. Heading for the stairs, she made her way down below to the cargo hold, her combats boots making light thumbing sounds on the metal floor. Reaching Jack, she rested a hand on the back of his chair and leaned in, looking at the screen and whistled. "What the fuck is that?"She asked, taking in every detail on the large tank on the screen. The metal behemoth was well equiped. Nothing could sneak up behind it, from the sides, above or infront. She had a feeling nothing could get below it either. "Is that what our next assignment is?"She asked, already knowing the answer. Things like this rarely come to surface, but when they do, Kitten and anyone else on her team do all they can to stop the threat before its made public and before its brought to life and used against countries. "Those turrest can take anyone out on all sides. I'm curious about the rounds used. And thickness of the metal. Any other details on this thing?"