<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/>Clark followed behind Lee and Choi as they made their way to the meeting location in the Mess Hall. He could hear the two of them speaking about Choi's appearance, and before Lee could answer Clark made a mental wager with himself how Lee would respond - and the man came through with flying colors. Lee complimented the woman without going overboard, remaining restrained in his remarks. Clark, of course, had a sneaky suspicion what Lee -wanted- to say, but he kept that to himself.<br/><br/>They soon arrived in the hall, and Clark was pretty surprised to see how many people there were. This had to be serious stuff, and from the sound of it there were more similar meetings taking place in other parts of the ship at that very moment, as well. Seats were chosen and the room was filled with the murmurs of curiosity and a tinge of excitement.<br/><br/>Attention was called - and those gathered snapped to rigid attention until Captain Finn put everyone at-ease. Quickly the room silenced as soldiers took their seats.<br/><br/>Clark listened intention to the briefing, and he was impressed with the presentation given, even with the lack of information. Clark didn't -expect- a lot of information, since the world had gone all screwing in the recent past. He took in the details and listened intently until eventually the briefing was completed.<br/><br/>A few random questions flew about the room and were quickly and efficiently answered. Lee asked a few and was given answers. Clark couldn't tell if Lee was happy with the answers or not. After Lee, some chick with a British accent asked medic-related questions, which Clark thought was pretty important, as well. If there -was- anyone left, there was the distinct possibility that they would not be too thrilled about a huge operation like this coming onto their turf - which meant conflict, which meant casualties.<br/><br/>The more questions popped out, including one from a blond guy asking about mounting a ma-deuce on a boat.<br/><br/>Clark listened and took it all in. He didn't have any questions himself, and even if he did, he was loathe to ask since he wasn't even a member of the American forces and didn't want to appear pushy when he wasn't even in his own country, so he simply remained quiet, watching and listening until it was time to depart.