<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ae7FiF6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Megan Chulski.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Megan had slept through most of the trip on the plane towards their classified destination. She barely even noticed most of it as she was far too exhausted to even care anymore. After her little stint of retraining (no point in wasting someone who managed to down an alien she supposed) and pushing her body beyond the limits that the life of a glorified desk jockey could have ever prepared her for.<br/><br/>When the plane landed she was already on her feet, swinging her duffle bag onto her shoulders and forcing one foot infront of the other, each step careful and calculated as she fell in line with the others, not speaking up much or interacting with them. She wanted to get to know them since some of them honestly looked like they could knock down a wall with just an angry glare. It would certainly boost her chances of survival if she befriended them, but at the same time she worried that she would bring them all down by being less than them.<br/><br/><em>'I still cant believe they wanted me to join this group, what the hell can I do?' </em>She thought to herself, unable to believe that this shadowy organization needed manpower so badly as to accept her just because she had managed to get lucky an kill one distracted alien. Still, at the end of the day it was<em>she</em>who had signed the contract, she had no one to blame but herself. As many of the others made it to the dinning table Megan herself stayed away from the others and listened as they talked and didn't seem to understand exactly what they had been chosen for,  it was strange, listening to some of them mention theories of it beign a counter terrorism unit.<br/><br/>'Oh, if only.' She said under her breath, wishing that she were just as ignorant of the truth as they were.