<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/7121d22c9afc8007fea733ff1bd84395.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Anastassija Golovanova</span></span></div><br/><em>"Ana, grab a shirt at least. We're going to be here for a bit."</em><br/><br/>"Da. As you say, boss."<br/><br/>I finded t-shirt, small, tight one, that barely covers areolas and still shows cleavage and underboobs.<br/><br/>Care Bear speaked next.  To let us know of dangers.  I like danger.  Makes nipples stiff.  And makes tingles between legs.<br/><br/>Cute boss lady talked more.<br/><br/><em>"For this mission, I would like Frankie and R on overwatch a thousand meters outside of the AO. R, I want you on trigger duty, Frankie, you're spotting. Bring an automatic with you. Don't want them to sneak up on you with your panties around your ankles."</em><br/><br/>"Not like last time.  This time, no wear panties.  Get in way."<br/><br/><em>"...Ana, you'll be manning the M240 on our Humvee..."</em><br/><br/>"Nyet.  Would prefer M2HB if possible.  I like sound more."<br/><br/><em>"Leave any obvious weapons in the Humvee, just bring what you can conceal. Everyone clear on their jobs?"</em><br/><br/>I rock-and-rolled my eyes.  I prefer to carry on person as much ammo and grenades as possible, along with two primaries.  But she is boss lady, so I nod in agreement.<br/><br/>