<strong>Sarah Kerrigan</strong><br/><br/>Seeing that nobody was going to explain it to her she shrugged and walked away, heading for the control room. She frowned as she entered, lifting her glasses to rest them on top of her head.<br/><br/>"Major Winters, do you mind explaining what the fuck is going on? Who the HELL authorized playing paintball in a top secret military base?" she demanded, frowning.<br/><br/>Sarah wasn't worried about insubordination. She wasn't officially part of the military so she didn't really report to anyone here. In all reality the only people she reported to were currently working at the Pentagon, or in the oval office. She didn't have to salute, she didn't have to follow all the orders she was given, and she sure as hell didn't have to agree with some rich bitch that thought she could play games with the world. Sarah had all respect for the military, she'd grown up with it. And those in it had her respect but the recent activities the major had been participating in and allowing had called a lot into question. And in the process she'd lost Sarah's respect.