Anna had been following a particularly pretty young brunette air force Lieutenant as she went from station to station collecting stacks of folders. Twice she'd looked up and locked eyes with Anna with a coy smile, and both times Anna gazed over her shoulder at the busy working men at the computer, not out of fear for being seen but she wanted to see if she could catch the young woman staring. Unfortunately, she didn't, though Anna had her suspicions likely based on bravado that she was. Either was, service relationships were totally against the regs, especially between enlisted and officers, but that hadn't stopped Anna before. Among her many other qualities, she was much like a spoiled high school girl in a single aspect; she always got what she wanted, and right now, she wondered how 'fit' Air Force officers were under the uniforms.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as her body and eyes followed the woman, her mind was racing to figure out her mission. Civilians and needles, a subtle way of saying either doctors or some big head scientists that demand the Navy, or Air Force, conduct and protect a mission they were running. If she wasn't running it nor getting a team, she figured she wasn't even getting more active duty soldiers to go with her. She knew very well what had happened in Europe, she even shed a few tears for all of the dead and abandoned, but since then she'd wisened up, her mind poking and prodding the gentle aspects of the mission. Maybe combat data or searching for a permenant cure incase this thing showed up again, though Anna hated these types of missions; she couldn't return fire to a virus, not effectively anyway. Knowing Anna at all, she would return fire, but even she knew it was a lost cause. This surprised her, a defeatist attitude before she even got briefed in full. She had figured out the basic aspects, she was protecting someone or recovering something. SEALs were the best in the world at direct action and speedy missions, and their skill in parachuting was attributed to the fact they were the only service known to train sailors in HALO and HAHO drops into the water, usually a fatal mistake by others was another door for the SEALs. She was cocky and for good reason, if she wasn't the best, then she'd love to meet the man that could best her and learn how he'd gotta God himself to pull the strings.<br/><br/>Her thoughts trailed on and off wondering what the brunettes name was, and if she'd even live to get to know her. Heck, its not like she could get in trouble for breaking regs, she wasn't even here... this whole mission and her being in Hawaii never happened. "<strong>Shit, half my best stories never happened...</strong>" Anna commented in a whisper to herself as she heard the door open.<br/><br/>Her head swivelled around and noticed a very good looking man enter the room with an escort. Of course she didn't really notice his looks, more so wondering his purpose. He looked about as lost as she did, so her head turned back out to the main floor area searching for her newest attraction. She squinted unable to find the woman, and a dejected pout spread across her face.<br/><br/>"<em>I take it, you're one of the people whom they've brought onboard for this suicide mission</em>"<br/><br/>Anna looked up and turned around slightly, her arms still locked behind her back. She had half a mind to put this guy in his place, but he had that air of him that said he wasn't a complete pussy, which meant he was a soldier at some point. "<strong>You must be in the wrong place...</strong>" Anna replied coldly, turning around fully and staring the man down. "<strong>...we don't do suicide missions in the Navy, it costs to much money.</strong>" Anna smirked and crossed the room, offering out her hand.<br/><br/>"<strong>Petty Officer Hackett,</strong>" She smiled, though it was obvious she wasn't exactly comfortable. "<strong>You must be the second unluckiest son of a bitch in the world.</strong>"