<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>  Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>  XCOM Barracks, Main Hall / Sleeping Quarters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>  --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>  Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Riley blushed as 'RAND' unzipped and began fanning herself. Her eye's flickered back and forth between Samantha's chest and Kyra as she unsuccessfully tried to avert her eyes and appear professional. She twitched as a strange yet familiar scent began to subtly fill the room. Riley resumed tightly gripping her pool stick as the presence of the decidedly more Amazonian women around her began to press in on her. It was almost overwhelming. Samantha's teasing and the intoxicating smell of arousal slowly clouded over her mind with need. She began mindlessly rubbing her thighs together in preparation for... something.<br/><br/>"Dismissed."<br/><br/>A brief panic snapped Riley out of her stupor as her mind flailed about, trying to recall if she was supposed to salute or not. Her body jerked upright before getting the order to calm down, you don't salute indoors. Uh... what was she supposed to do now? Right, prepare for combat. Well, prepare to be quickly ready for combat; they were a reactionary force. As she turned to head for her bunk, she caught a glimpse of something<em>off</em>out of the corner of her eye. She jerked her head back and found herself staring at a growing mound in Samantha's crotch. After gaping in surprise for a few moments, she felt the gaze of others burning on her and blushed (again). "I, um- Sorry!"<br/><br/>Back in the sleeping quarters, Riley crawled into her lower bunk. It was basically a large, square bed. Riley was confused by the shape and apparently generous size, but had shrugged it off as one of the perks of being in an quasi-elite organization. The roof and walls of the bunk had a sort of thick, stiff mesh lining them. It looked like it was for attaching cargo netting or mounting... things. She's seen pictures of walls with firearms mounted flat against them; maybe this was how they did it. It looked excessively heavy-duty for that though; you could easily fit a lot of rope through there. She'd tried hanging onto the mesh out of curiosity, and found that it didn't budge at all with her full weight on it.<br/><br/>She flicked open the privacy curtain and began setting out her combat gear. Being the decidedly inexperienced and quickly trained element that she was, her gear was on the lighter side. The armor was little more than a token defense against shrapnel; her trainers had told her that, since we had no real idea how to defend against the alien weaponry, heavier armor was of dubious benefit at best, possibly counterproductive at worst. Given the anticipated short duration and high intensity of their missions, there was basically nothing in her kit that wasn't directly related to being in a firefight. Hell, there wasn't really anything besides her weapons and armor. No ammunition, no grenades, no nightvision, no nothing. She'd been told that, given the short amount of notice they'd have, 'all that stuff' would be supplied to her when the time came (probably just before they boarded the Skyranger). Her butt wiggled in the air as she laid out her M4A1, M9 and combat knife out on the bed.<br/><br/>Riley stared down at the weapons before her, soaking in what they meant.<br/><br/>After a few moments she sighed. The lack of magazines meant she should probably go down to the armory. Although... she could certainly use more time in the VR training simulator. Riley wiggled her hips back and forth, like an indecisive cat about to pounce.