<div align="center"><strong>Phaerbryn</strong></div><br/>"No!" Phaerbryn yells, just as Kyle speaks to the woman in purple. Seemingly only able to create one word sentences, she pauses a moment to compose herself. She reached back to feel her Browning Hi-Power 9mm.<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRw94jBgntrmCKBMCsE84xLWmNfXMAEQ977H4zMcMaHyuoM_MQXHQ)</div>It always managed to sooth her. When she felt its absence, her heart skipped a beat. She looked over toward Kyle at the same moment, to find him holding her gun out to her and calling her Amanda. She breathed an obvious sigh of relief that was uncontainable as she grabbed the gun from him and silently berated herself. She mentally flipped back through all her previous IDs and the particular wartime mission she'd completed with Kyle. Oh right! Amanda Black! Her jaw set, she nodded to Kyle, too angry with herself for dropping her gun to laugh at his joke.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Viviana</strong></div><br/>Viviana looked over at the red headed man. He was wearing pants made of the same material as the man who was now passed out on the floor. She was heeding his warning as the woman at the door yelled at her. She jumped slightly and looked over at her. She was wearing all leather, which Viviana was used to, but this leather seemed a bit shinier than what the underprivileged people made back home. She was so curious about this new culture, she was actually afraid her mind might burst!<br/><br/>She straightened from her crouch and brushed down her dress as the red headed man approached. He looked more rugged up close. He introduced himself as Kyle Flanagin. She smiled politely with a simple quick curtsy.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Mr. Flanagin. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Viviana Valerian."