<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c190/godspie996/9fbf91eb-743b-4437-9914-79f45c53d03c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Andrea 'Panzer' Dahl : Assault<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Sarah Sauer<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The life of a solider could best be described as long periods of waiting interspersed with brief periods of intense and sudden action. Different soldiers coped differently with waiting. Some used the time to contemplate the coming conflict, or ones long past. Others took the chance to catch up on sleep while they could, or to try and get to know the others they would be fighting besides. Andrea Dahl however, did a little of all these things. Mostly though Andrea just habitually fucked with things in her free time.<br/>Over the course of the trip she had tested and honed no less than three different combat knives. Field stripped and reassembled her Hk P8 twice before repeating the process with an identical second pistol. She poured over the short missives and limited documents she had been given about the meeting at least half a dozen times. She had one point even decided she might as well shine her boots. While all of these things gave the impression of a sort of nervous compulsiveness, Andrea seemed perfectly calm and rational to anyone she met along the way, polite and friendly even.<br/><br/>Time did as time does and at last they arrived in Johannesburg, from there the last leg of the trip took the multinational team at last to a secluded covert airfield far outside the city.<br/>Andrea stepped out of the back of the van and moved to join the others. Andrea wore a comfortable looking aged brown leather bomber jacket over a pair of simple black fatigue pants and a pair of black combat boots. Andrea carried a duffle bag containing the gear she had been permitted to bring over her left shoulder. She could clearly make out only a single vehicle on the airfield as they approached. It was clearly some sort of military tactical transport, though Andrea had no idea what make or model the thing was. Most likely some new American tech. Andrea coud make out two figures approaching the group from the ramp at the back of the plane.<br/><br/>Andrea's focus was broken by Sarah Sauer's familiar shouting voice. Andrea and Sarah having left from the same point at the same time had spent the entire trip together. On top of that 'Whiskey'and her had both served in the KSK for several years together, Sarah could be a troublemaker on occasion, but she was a damn good soldier. With a lighthearted smile Andrea laughs aloud at the brief incident. Giving the taller girl a friendly jab in the arm as she caught up alongside her. They kept pace, walking and talking as they made to join the others.<br/><br/><strong>"Guten Morgen Sonnenschein."</strong>She told her before adding in English.<strong>"You sleep well? I am thinking it's time to see what all the fuss is about."</strong><br/>