<div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location: </strong>In Flight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>So much for that.</em>Ren had parked herself next to Jared, since he was the one person besides Geoff she'd gotten to know at all in the whirlwind of arrival and briefing; had planned to catch up on her sleep some more while they were on their way. Geoff's announcement threw that plan right into the crapper.<br/><br/>By the numbers. The first thing she did was unholster her sidearm, check the safety, check the load. Then she set it aside, and followed the example of one of the guys and started getting armored.  Not so different from the tactical gear she had trained on at HRT, the suit was clearly somewhat up-armored, and the underlay cloth was a bit different. Some kind of advanced woven stuff, she figured. And, as usual, it was a little big in the chest, having clearly been designed for Valkyries- or office wonks' fantasy girls.<em>What you get for not sleeping with the boss, </em>she cackled silently to herself.<em>Nobody knows your measurements.</em><br/><br/>As far as her weapon, though, someone knew how to get a girl hot.  At Quantico, she'd trained on the old-school Marine M40A1 rifle, and had put in some range time with PSG-1s. Both perfectly acceptable and deadly weapons; the Bureau hadn't finished swapping over to the custom-designed GA Precisions yet.  All of them were chambered in 7.62 NATO, and could ruin someone's day from half a mile away, if you were good with them.  Ren was good.<br/><br/><br/>But this baby- she almost cooed as she took it down off the rack.<br/><br/>(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/nazizombiesplus/images/1/1a/AS50.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130414214856)<br/><br/>At first, she thought it was a standard Accuracy International AS50- and at heart it was. That was enough of a wet dream.  Then she noticed the flash and noise suppression system and the after-market optics.  The sighting system included several varieties of low-light capability and a variable-frequency laser rangefinder, which she'd bet fed a drop-compensation pinger in the scope. There was a fiber port, as well, to jack the optics directly into a helmet HUD. She'd never actually<em> use</em>it; eyes-on-target was always the way to go. But if her attitude ever got adjusted, there it was.<br/><br/>This monster could fuck up a Tango<strong> and</strong>the vehicle it was riding in from nearly a mile out.  It really was almost like cheating.<br/><br/>Restrapping her holster around her hips, she locked a clip into the junior cannon and clipped another one to her utility belt. Plopping back next to Jared, she grounded the butt of the rifle on the floor, and grinned. "Go check out the toybox, bro.  Santa's early."