<div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>After a while, Ren had done what any agent, police or military, would do with so many boring hours: she'd slept. Not that it was easy; the blacked-out plane windows had made her nervous. She hated flying, these days, since the accident- helicopters especially- but that simply wasn't something you talked about, or even let show. So, after she exhausted the amusements of a few Sudoku puzzles (which she loathed), working out gas-pressure/load variables for  her standard M40 in her head, and wondering just where the hell she was going and why (and why she'd been told to take no equipment other than her sidearm)- she slept.<br/><br/>It had gotten interesting once others started coming in. Clearly it was a multinational, what with all the accents. No one had uniforms or shoulder patches, though, nothing to identify exactly who they were or where from, and she didn't see anyone else from HRT. Didn't mean they weren't around- the minders tried very hard to keep each operative isolated. And like every elite type around the world before a briefing, they didn't talk a hell of a lot, even when they were all together in the heavy transport. Talk, brag, guesswork, team bonding, that would all come after they knew what they had gotten themselves into.<br/><br/>Boring as hell in the moment, though. she'd really rather have been doing her morning PT. It<em>was</em>morning, wasn't it? Somewhere?<br/><br/>The real interest came on the runway. Ren had no clue who the woman was, but she looked hard enough.  The world community of SpecOps snipers is pretty small, though, and while it wouldn't be reasonable to expect every one of them to know every other, most of them knew most of the rest.  When he was done with his intro, the wiry FBI agent shifted her duffel to her other shoulder and took half a step forward.<br/><br/>"Lt. Barnes.  This your dance, then?"