<div class="floatleft"> (http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong>Jena Hargreave</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Location:</strong> XCOM Barracks Main Hall</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Action:</strong> Locking, loading, and Snerking</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: small;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong>All</span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Each shell she fed into the breech of her shottie made a noisy CLACK, disturbing the respectful quiet following their CO's speech. Each one also had a small, personal note on it:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">KISS</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">MY</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">ASS</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><br/>The Roadblocker fired 10-ga Magnums; the thing would only hold three rounds, but one was enough to shatter an engine block, or turn a Sectoid into a fine greenish mist. </span></span><br/>Still, it paid to be prepared, so there were six more of the heavy shells in her web sling:<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><strong>BUGS</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">GO</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"></span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">HOME<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"></span></span></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"></span></span></span></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">and</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"></span></span><br/><br/><strong>SEE EARTH</strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong>AND</strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: dejavu sans mono;"><br/><strong>DIE, FUCKERS!</strong><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Not amazing poetry- it was the flash and thunder of the gun that provided that.<br/><br/><br/>The chick with the birds on her shoulders was yakking again, playing cheerleader. Cute enough- pretty much everyone in the room was pretty buff- but blah, blah, blah...</span></span><br/><br/><br/><em>"Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."</em><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Jenna's hand shot up. "Ma'am, yes MA'AM!" She couldn't keep the smirk from her face as she drawled her question, tossing her short-cropped red hair as she did. "Do we know if the bugs're gonna try an' talk us to death, too?"</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"></span></span></span></span>