<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/126px-TunnelRatROCFilecard.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sergeant Nicky Lee<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Combat Engineer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Motor Pool<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Clark, Choi, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lee turned to Clark, nodding.<br/><br/><strong>"Sounds like a plan, Corporal Canada."</strong><br/><br/>He slid off the hood and landed gracefully on his feet.  He stretched his arms a bit and twisted his trunk to loosen up.<br/><br/><strong>"I doon't suppoose you knoow what this is aboot, eh?"</strong>Lee smiled as he said that, aping what he thought was a stereotypical Canadian's accent.<strong>"The guys in basic used to make fun'a me cuz'a my Brooklyn accent.  Figured I gotta find a new one.  So how's about it?  Can I pass for Edmonton or Calgary?"</strong><br/><br/>Lee's knowledge of Canada was based solely on his favorite sport to watch, ice hockey.  He lay down on a mechanic's creeper, which he liked to use as a skateboard, and slid under the Humvee next to Choi.  Even without being jacked up, the Humvee had plenty of space underneath it to serve as a place to take a nap.  When tanks rolled by, Lee liked to lay face down and feel the vibrations from the ground.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, Choi, you can fix her up some more later.  The Canuck wants a good seat in the mess hall.  You comin' with, or we savin' you a spot at our lunch table?"</strong><br/><br/><br/>