<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cairo<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>If there is anything in your post that might upset a more squeamish player, say so here.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Taking a few steadying breaths, no matter the experience you got, you needed that, if you were about to do something that would be considered foolish by anyone not with the military. It took a special kind to run across an open field with machine guns going. Not that people admitted that.<br/><br/>Taking hold of the doorknob, he tested it. Then threw it open and was inside the building, like a flash. Scanning his sector over the barrel of his gun. They were in a store room, judging from the boxes. Their contents being described in Egyptian, or Arabic. There was yet another door, leading into the actual store.<br/><br/>Moving towards it again, he readied himself then flung it open, peering into the store. Then ducking back. ‘’Contact’’ he hand signalled for his immediate partner. Adding to count and their general location. Before letting command and the others know over the comms.<br/>