<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick steen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cairo,<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2, John<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rick’s two contacts turned out to two locals, in typical middle eastern fashion carrying rusty AK’s, which made his shoulder blade itch, even as he aimed his rifle at them. Using hand signals, he managed to get them on their way to safety, although he kept an eye on them for as long as he could see them. He didn’t trust anyone with guns but not a uniform.<br/><br/>He acknowledge the orders, and did a quick clearance of the store he had blundered into, finding little of interest. The grenade going off startled him slightly, due to it being relatively close. Moving with a bit more urgency he went towards the noise. Smiling faintly about how only soldiers went towards explosions, well they and cops,..but he needed to stop that.<br/><br/>Getting his head back in the game, he knelt beside a glass door, its window gone, scanning the smoke filled interior. Activating his comms. ‘’Friendly, southern exit.” He announced himself to the grenade thrower.<br/>