<div class="floatleft">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Chief Hagerstrom, Marcus Lang, and Gilda.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The she-wolf arched a fine brow at the fight that had broken out in the streets. Chief Hagerstrom was quick to neutralize it to the best of his ability and yet one man attempted to escape. The poor soul, however, had run the wrong way and ran into the stone wall that was Captain Saint. Sheya winced a little when she watched him get taken to the ground being only able to imagine his discomfort.<br/><br/><strong>Okay…Bella, would you see to this guy’s nose? We’ll bill him for your tender care when he wakes up and let’s get the rest of you into the system…</strong><br/><br/>So far, Sheya had been surprised that Freud’s Slip even had a system. The place was a dump and despite the relaxed expression on her black and furry face, she was simmering a little on the inside. What son of a bitch in the GPF had set her up to come out here? They were soon in the barracks and the akita’s faintly gleaming blue eyes brushed Marcus as he finished registering into the system. Perhaps she hadn’t been set up? Perhaps her sole purpose for having been sent to Freud’s Slip was to keep an eye on him? She intended to call up HQ later that evening but after seeing how remote the town was, she wouldn’t have been surprised if it wound up being a black hole for reception.<br/><br/>After registration, when they finally entered the barracks, Sheya perked a single ear when the chief informed them about the location of his bed….what? It was co-ed? The akita’s triangular ears went flat against her head as she looked around at the empty plain beds. She had come from a spoiled environment being an officer and all, and she was already missing the luxury that her rank had granted. Gilda just marched on in and made herself at home.<br/><br/><strong>This place looks good, I call the bed near the wall.</strong><br/><br/>Sheya watched the Doberman flop onto the bed and begin rolling around on it. Finally conjuring the strength to step into such a discrepant room, she dropped her bag and cases before the bed across from Gilda’s. Whirling around, she plopped her rump onto the mattress, feeling the springs bounce beneath her.<br/><br/>“Home sweet home,” said the wolf sarcastically.