<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>English?<br/><br/>Khutulan was immediately wary. Especially since the English was delivered with such a good accent. Her armored torso, several feet in diameter, twisted to face the the origin of the voice as she immediately detected, though couldn't optically confirm, the presence of at least four, but possibly upwards of eight targets but the only one she could see was a red haired woman leveling a gun at her. Whoever they were, the way they moved and handled their weapons meant they were professionals. Tier one type of professionals. She turned her power armor fully towards the direction of her challengers and turned up the illumination of her night time optics, trying to identify the woman who dared look down one ton of power armor. But as a facial image was formed on Khutulans heads up display, it didn't strike her as familiar though she seemed to have a natural... air of authority. And from her eyes alone Khutulan knew she was Russian.<br/><br/>But that American accent, it was flawless.<br/><br/>It took a moment, but the pilot soon deduced who they were. Red Room operatives.<br/><br/>Khutulan decided to identify herself.<br/><br/>"Captain Khutulan Karpitskaya, Russian Air Force. Callsign Dynamo. I am a test pilot operating out of Sorge Air Force Base. I was equipped with this suit of armor for special operation to save lives and crush the invaders leadership," Khutulan explained calmly and succintly, not wanting to waste words while deep in enemy territory. She also answered the flame haired woman in a far more thickly accented English. She lowered her arms, despite the fact her armor was equipped with just as much chest and even some head mounted weapons as well. "Now your turn little girl. Who are you and your friends?" While one of her secondary objectives was to link up with the Red Room facility, she was wary of the near mythical spymasters and the rumors of traitors, defections and corruption that had infested their ranks over the years. While the current genocidal invasion tended to smooth over such things, she was still wary. And the fact she was encased in one ton of advanced technology and armor did only a little to comfort her in the face of this encounter.