<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Not even out of the damn ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It took almost half a second for Ren to realize her bolt was locked open on an empty, chamber, stunned by the ferocity of the aliens' assault, and the odd, flat pop-pop-pop of the hue rounds echoing in the tight space.  It wasn't something they generally trained for, running dry- most sniper engagements were over in a few shots.<br/><br/>Fumbling at her hip, the shaken agent unclipped another mag, released the empty one, slammed the new one home, worked the bolt.  At least her near-random firing had had some effect, had put one of the beasts on the ground. Now it was time to do what they actually paid her for.<br/><br/><em>Shoulda asked about medical benefits, </em>she quipped in her head, trying to steady herself. Was the Tang on the roof still in view? It was. Taking in air as evenly as she could, she centered the drop-comp pinger on the bulbous head, and took up on the trigger...