<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Staff Sergeant<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Covert ops/Sniper<br/><br/>Max reviewed the contents of her ruck carefully and completely, item by item as the berthing compartment burst into a fit of chaos.  Having been through a number of hard insertions, this was nothing new and nothing would push her faster than she needed to go to make sure she had everything.  She carefully checked the parts to her assault rifle and sniper rifle, checking over the magazines of different types of rounds for the sniper rifle as well as many magazine of assault rifle rounds she could carry.  She visually checked the stocks, barrels, everything.  She slipped her bowie knife into the sheath along the spine of her back and slid her semi-auto pistol into her hip holster.  Her helmet was strapped carefully onto the side of her ruck and everything was tied down and ready to go.<br/><br/>She followed David to the cargo ship they had refitted to be their troop transport.  She looked at the makeshift rigging wondering how anyone expected mobile infantry units to survive with the lack of support they provided.  Sgt Page's screams washed over her like a warm heat.  Max had learned years ago to tune out overzealous NCO's and officers.  Only the objective ever mattered to her.  She had not time for power struggles, the unit needed her and David's eyes and long arm nearby to clear a path, that was the objective.<br/><br/>Max watched David run through his pack and check his gear as they sat near the back of the cargo ship, away from the door and the kill zone that would open up once the shit hit the fan.  They sat quietly near a small cargo door in the side of the container.  David didn't know it, but Max had worked out a plan with the LT to drop them on a roof prior to hitting the ground.  The unit needed support at the landing zone and they were it.  She smiled quietly to herself, remarking mental notes on David's ingenuity and resourcefulness getting the gear they could to support their mission.<br/><br/><em>"When we hit the ground I'll try and find us the nearest access to the utility tunnels."</em>Max smiled.<br/>"Don't worry about the tunnels just yet, we're going in a different way."  Max laid her head back against the seat, her ruck nestled between her legs, the light pull of her body armor and rigging hugging her body, she closed her eyes and let the white noise of the landing craft wash over her.<br/><br/>Max sat