<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>Ren, Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sarah wasn't surprised at the secrecy. She'd been surprised at the level of secrecy. It was like they didn't even want people to see them traveling in the unmarked van at all. Thinking that, she'd then started to wonder if the government had just 'disappeared' her. Maybe she didn't even exist anymore. Interesting.<br/><br/>The blonde-haired German had slept through the ride to the airfield, her arms folded neatly across her chest and her head down. She'd been picked up dressed in urban camo BDU's, a grey t-shirt, green suspenders, black combat boots, and her favorite ashen grey jacket. This was Sarah's 'casual' outfit, believe it or not. She let the rhythm of the ride lull her to sleep, sure that she'd need the extra shut-eye. Sauer had learned long ago to grab sleep where she could, as one often went long hours training or on missions. It paid to rest when you could. So through the ride to the airfield she was out like a light. Then, as soon as the van came to a halt, she was up again. Like flicking on a light. She was first to pile out, eager to enact another habit; have a smoke. She hopped out of the van and stood just outside of it, ostensibly in the way of everyone else trying to get out. She fished a silver lighter and a pack of smokes from her coat, then tucked her chin, rested the smoke between her lips and began attempting to light it. Damn wind.<br/><br/>It should come as no surprise that someone bumped Sarah just as she was getting the cancer stick lit up. That person was Ren and Sarah instantly glared daggers at her.<br/><br/><strong>"Achtung! Du narr ungeschickt."</strong>spat the KSK woman,<strong>"Kuh."</strong><br/><br/>Sarah stepped away from the van and fell into line beside the rest, having finally succeeded in lighting up and inhaling nicotine. She stuffed her hands in her pockets. All together she presented the image of someone that had just woken up and was not pleased about it.