<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/liam1_zps538bd928.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cpl. Alex Clark<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>Canadian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>Designated Marksman/Sniper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>open<br/><br/>Alex listened to everything that was said about him, picking up on various details as his head turned to regard each speaker. Lee spoke up - as he often did - with the usual candor and confidence that came with his position and experience. Alex, of course, was just the 'dumb cannuck', so he kept his trap shut and listened. That was one of the things he did best, anyway.<br/><br/>Then he turned his head to regard Lt. York and he had to struggle to keep his mouth from hanging open. A goddess in uniform if he had ever seen one, he glanced around quickly to see if anyone else was as struck by her appearance as he was. Her accent only added to her allure, at least to the cold-blooded Canadian who wasn't used to hearing such an accent anywhere near his home. Since no one else had their mouths hanging open like a whale-shark swimming for plankton, Alex presumed that it was just him and regathered his senses just in time to hear her call out his name.<br/><br/><em>"Corporal Clark bring your sniper rifle we may need it..."</em><br/><br/>"Yes ma'am," he smartly responded. Hell, she could have told him to bring the entire ship, and he would have done his best to do so. She looked so -familiar-, too, but at the moment he couldn't place it. Maybe he had simply seen her earlier on the ship somewhere?<br/><br/>Then, the hats were passed out - and once against Alex was dumfounded, but in a much different way.<br/><br/>Were these people -serious-? Did they think that this group of people was in some sort of bad American Western movie? The yellow braid alone would stand out like some sort of beacon to any opposing snipers, providing a nice, clean, bright target for them to aim at - a target which rested upon the skulls of those wearing them. But Alex simply nodded his silent thanks as he took the hat offered to him, and held it in his hands respectfully, eager to see what Lee thought of it.<br/><br/>Lee set his hat down and began a round of introductions. They had a medic now, Corporal Godly, which was a relief and a nice reassurance. They also had a grenadier, Specialist Johnson. Once Lee was done, he expressed his wish to speak with the LT alone, and the rest of them were dismissed. Alex nodded to any of them that glanced his way as he eventually turned and made his way from the Mess Hall, intent on collecting up his gear and preparing for their departure, as well as going to requisition any gear that he was instructed to bring.<br/>