<div class="floatright">(http://scifiempire.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/terra-nova-stephen-lang-1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Eric<br/><strong>Place:</strong>WTI HQ<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Just after Eric a woman came in.<br/>Just by a single look it could be told she wasn't looking for plane tickets. Middle eastern chick by the look, she wasn't wearing a niqab, so she was probably standing on the western friendly side of the population. She voiced a quick 'Morning', which couldn't be mistaken for a conversation attempt, then seated herself with that 'exit check' glance you get from soldiers, the undercover type ones. Eric just nodded and kept waiting.<br/>Next in was a punk, grunge, emo or whatever they call strange-clothed-kiddos nowadays. She boldly walked in. If she didn't came to actually book some holiday, Eric couldn't rule the option out, she wasn't some 'covert ops' either.<em>"We might just have found the bullet magnet of the team."</em>he thought. That just fitted her Irish accent. The Celts fought the chain-mailed Vikings bare chested, cause defensive gear was for pussies. The mindset hasn't changed since.<br/><br/>Not long after, the guys in charge showed up. A beefy American and some kind of blond secretary, who turned out to be an operative with a habit for bets.<br/>The introduction was quite short.<br/>First the man asked Eric for his call sign.<br/>"Eric." He answered tentatively.<br/>Since that damn 'Top Gun' movie people started to use nicknames, just to forget them when adrenaline was pumping.<br/><em>"What…? Oh… are you talking with me, Sir?"</em>Bloody idiots! You are trained since the cradle to react to a name and, aged 20, you just throw that conditioning out of the window and start again.<br/>Not to talk those who chose long nick names. 'The Real Wizard of Oz'. How I'm I supposed to tell you to keep your head down before it explodes if I have to declaim a sonnet first?<br/><br/>But Eric didn't go the length of the thought with the lot, he tried to play polite. Something the olive girl didn't.<br/>When the skirmish was over it was coffee break.