<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Any, Megan.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rick had already decided that he was in, he normally was careful about volunteering, feeling that, joining the marines and becoming good at what he did was enough volunteering for one man. Although he was conscientious enough to get noticed for dangerous duty without having to volunteer. And more than once he had quietly rearranged things so he’d be the one to go and not the married comrade, about to become a first time father. He just didn’t make a big deal out of it.<br/><br/>Reclaiming his food he wolfed it down one handed, before pulling the new pad from one of his many pockets. Checking to see what kind of connections it allowed and to see if it could hold his electronic library, that was important to know he felt.<br/><br/>Having done that, he thought things over and didn’t like what he had been hearing. If you had to get close enough to use shotguns, you were doing it wrong. He felt very strongly about that. Bayonetting someone had gone out of style for a reason. And flashbangs, what the hell, if you got that close you used proper grenades, more than one if necessary.<br/>This smelled like political games only they could frak up a war like that. And Aliens on human soil could only mean that they were really at war already, just one the public wasn’t told about.<br/><br/>He returned his plate and pocketed some of the packaged energy bars and what not, just in case. In doing so he had wandered near the woman that had been with the lieutenant, Chulski, something.<br/><br/>He took a good long look, quietly appreciating her look, but he was really trying to figure what kind of soldier she was. ‘So you got one of the little ones’ he inquired. ‘Did you aim for anything in particular, which worked, like an eye? Or did you just empty your clip until he keeled over?’<br/>