<div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jared, open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The big guy's accent made her smile. Of course, she had grown up in New Jersey, so anyone who didn't sound like the voices she heard as a kid was an improvement.  But there was something about the clipped not-quite-English sound that she liked. Her grin turned a little<em>RAWR</em>, teeth bared, making fun of his Animal Park comment.<br/><br/>"Hunting's no fun if they can't shoot back. So the rabbits and koalas are safe." Gulping some more of her coffee, she swapped the cup to her other hand, offered her now-free right to the bruiser. "Renate Colbert. FBI."  Even as one of his big, calussed mitts came out to meet hers, Geoff's voice spread through the space.<br/><br/>Like a good grunt, Ren shut up and listened.  presumably there'd be time for questions after...<br/><br/>And oh, holy fucking mother of God, were there gonna be questions.  As the images appeared, hanging in midair like something off the tube, she was suddenly glad she hadn't gotten more than a few bites of her sandwich down before getting distracted, She didn't need to be told it was for-real; while she wouldn't put it past some Agency weenie to cook something like this up for some psycho reason, she couldn't imagine Barnes being involved in that sort of bullshit. For one thing, she wasn't sure the guy had a sense of humor.<br/><br/>For another, the most human-seeming of the...call them Tangos, for now...looked suspiciously like the perp sketch of an SK that was active around the Great Lakes. Officially, the 'Man in Black' killer had been poo-pooed, but there'd still been a lot of low-key office-to-office chatter around the case.  Here was confirmation- and the real unpleasant implication that there was more than one of them. A lot more than one.<br/><br/>"Fuck me," leaked from the sniper's lips, as Barnes went on to describe the carnage the Tangos had already caused.  Automatically, her hand drifted to her belt, in the back, where her 10mm Sig was  uncomfortably but comfortingly nestled.<br/><br/>On the other hand- she was finally playing in the big leagues. Now she<em>really</em>couldn't wait to see what kind of toys they had lined up for her. And how she could tweak them.