<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hangar<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>John, Sarah?, Megan? Open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before Rick could reply to John’s point about terrorism. And mention he had read that book as well, and the ones before and after. Their host entered and started his spiel, initially Rick believed he was laying it on a little thick. But then as the hologram started floating before them providing them all with images of the threat he began to feel differently. And the food started to taste like cardboard.<br/><br/>‘Jezus Christus’ he murmured, his tone leaving it unsure, whether it was prayer or swearing. He numbly accepted a pad from the woman. Pocketing It for later. He recalled most of the incidents from watching the news. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, just the usual crap, that came with the human condition.<br/><br/>Except for Berlin, when that one happened. The Dutch government, sharing a border with Germany, had put their special forces, the Marines, Commandos, and the Airmobile brigade on high alert. Rumour had it, they had also issued warnings to the brass of the regular army units, and that hadn’t happened since the height of the cold war, if then. And it hadn’t felt like a drill, as they tried to pass it off later.<br/><br/>He followed along quietly, agreeing with the points made by his comrades, except the ones made by that Kraut chick, you could take the acting bloodthirsty too far.<br/><br/>When Barnes mentioned Megan having killed one,…alien. He looked over to her, she didn’t look like the type that could do that. She seemed more like a pencil pusher than a shooter. One of those that did fine on a range, but then never fired in anger. Still, if it was confirmed there had to be more to her than met the eye.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, making a decision. Perhaps the most momentous decision in his life. He raised his hand. ‘In fighting for the world, I’m fighting for my country, I imagine. I took an oath to do that.’ He took another deep breath. ‘Where do I sign?’<br/>