<div align="center"><strong>Lcpl. Roman "Rome" Benke</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q61/mrgerty/Characters/TERRYCREWS.jpg)</div><strong>R</strong>ome opened his eyes with a start, bolting upright into a seated position on the bench where he had slept. He stretched and rolled his neck with a series of satisfying snaps and pops and crunching noises. Sheathing the knife he had slept with he began the process of re-donning his chest rig for the M-56. With practiced precision, Rome stood and mounted the large smart gun into place, snapped the battery connectors in and then quickly checked the readout on the ammo counter. It flashed<em>00</em>a few times and then changed suddenly to a solid<em>99</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright Kilo, it's time to get some head!"</strong>Rome swung the smartgun upwards and locked it into the secure position as he went around the room shouting various motivational quips in an effort to pump up the rest of the squad, psych them up for the task that lay ahead. He brought his fist down on the shoulder of each person's armor, those his efforts served mostly to psych up only himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah! Let's do this baby! WOOOOOOOO!"</strong>He was already worked up to near a frenzy, yet he still hadn't heard their updated mission plan. This was par for the course for Rome. The others mostly ignored him, as usual, going about their own pre-combat rituals.<br/><br/>