<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Reporting for Booty...errr...duty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><br/>For a second, she fumbled for the off button on the alarm clock. Then she remembered. "God damnit, Ah was havin' the hottest dream, too."<br/><br/>Still, she was quick enough about it, wriggling into her armor. The Ithaca came out from under her bed; the Eagle from under her pillow. Her AR was still locked into the Armory rack- but they didn't have all that much ammo, anyway, as folks kept warning her. After a moment spent checking her hair and splashing some cold water on her face, she slouched into line.<br/><br/>"Bringin' the boom, bossgirl. Tell me this ain't a drill. If it's a drill, I'm gonna be pissed. There were these twins, brother an' sister?  In my dream, that is..." As she chattered, she toyed with her  comm unit and HUD, smacking the latter with a fist when it at first refused to boot properly.