<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location: </strong>In Flight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>John, open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>The Dutch have SEALs?  Who knew?</em>Well, it stood to reason, Ren just...hadn't known. She was playing with the big boys for sure...and then she stopped her internal gloating as it really sank in.<br/><br/>This was not 'playing'.  This wasn't training. This was for-real, and while she'd been there done that a couple times, it wasn't quite on this level of tense and weird.  Some of the people she was talking to might very well be dead before rise-and-shine tomorrow.  And if the close-quarters guys went, it got awfully lonely for a sniper, real quick.<br/><br/>Making eye contact with the Dutch Marine, she shook her head slightly. "I'm a good shot with a handgun- our qualifiers are about the same as DoD Special Forces requirements- but I'm not fully checked out on CCQ weapons. And this thing-" another tiny dip of the barrel of the massive sniper rifle indicated what she meant- "doesn't play nice in tight spaces. Well, you could brain someone with it, I guess..."<br/><br/>Looking to John for confirmation, she went on. "It's best I hang back, do what I'm good at, let those of you with more line training take point."