<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>Shootin' the Breeze, Suckin' the Juice, Poppin' the Paper Heads<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/><br/>"Ain't a lot to tell, hun," Jena gritted out as she picked out a safety visor. "Used to live in Denton, in the Great State of Texass.  Managed the MegaMart there." Draining her beer, she set the bottle to one side, held out her hand for the bourbon.  A heavy slug made her shiver a bit. "OOeee. That's the stuff. Anyways- the Bugs showed up. Now Denton ain't there no more."<br/><br/>After handing the bottle back to Hailey, she walked to another lane, she took a massive chrome Desert Eagle from her holster, slid in a clip, worked the slide with a<em>CLACK!</em>"So I ain't, either. Got lucky. Lot of folk didn't get out- gals especially. Them pale fuckers got some strange appetites..." She started picking fussily through the rack of ear protectors. "Tried to sign up with the Guard, but they weren't havin' it. Nor the regular Army. Kicked around refugee camps for a bit, doin' this and that."<br/><br/>Finally she found a pair of muffs that satisfied her, slid them over her head. Her voice got louder, to compensate.<strong>"So when I heard about this all-chick unit formin', I hiked my ass over here..."</strong>A paper target went out to the 15 meter line with a whirrrr.<strong>"And said 'how d'you do? When do we start kickin' alien tail?"</strong><br/><br/>Her hand snapped up from her side, and she yanked the trigger five times,<strong>WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!</strong>The heavy pistol spat out hand-length muzzle flares, and the empty .50 shells sounded sorta like soup cans hitting the concrete floor.  When she brought the target back in, the holes showed she'd walked her fire from the center of the forehead, right down to the throat of the silhouette. Except the last shot, which was wayyyy off to the right. She stared at it for a minute, then drawled, "Shiiiiiiiiit. Clearly I ain't drunk enough yet."<br/><br/>Locking the slide back, she set the pistol down, and walked back to the Australian. Her ample breasts danced a bit under her tshirt, making the UN flag on it ripple like a stiff breeze was blowing. Hand out for the bottle, she smirked.<strong>"So. Think it'll make a good movie some day?"</strong>