<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Whiskey6_zps6fjoe3tf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Sauer, Assault<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Panzer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sarah waved dismissively at Panzer's remark and returned,<strong>"Es war eine harte reise , ich schlief wie scheise."</strong>Plucking the cigarette from her lips, she exhaled a little smoke and tapped it, dropping some ash off the end. They'd all started moving as a group together, heading to food and refreshments. It sounded good about now.<strong>"Kaffee wird mich abzuholen."</strong>Her voice was rough, and made even rougher by having just woken up.<br/><br/>Hands back in pockets, the still sleepy Sarah strolled next to her fellow countrywoman and eyed the rest of the group. Quite the collection, she noted. Her ears picked up bits and pieces of various conversations, her gaze flicking from person to person, noting the features, skin color, any emblems. She remarked to her walking companion,<strong>"Eine glorifizierte Vereinten Nationen. Dies muss sehr wichtig sein, um eine so grosse suche nach talenten zu rechtfertigen."</strong>Pausing briefly, Sarah flicked her cigarette aside and exhaled one last puff of smoke. She craned her head back and looked up at the sky a moment while musing, mostly to herself.<strong>"Terroristen, vielleicht? Ich habe nicht von irgendwelchen aktiven zellen die eine antwort in dieser grössenordnung erfordern würde gehört."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>[It was a rough trip, I slept like shit. Some coffee will pick me up.]<br/>[A glorified united nations. This must be extremely important to warrant such a wide search for talent.]<br/>[Terrorists, maybe? I haven't heard of any active cells that would require a response of this size.]</em></span>