Private Keira Thomas, known as Kat to her small group of friends as well as during basic, sat on the chopper trying to mind her own business.  She was young, and she looked it, just barely out of high school and eighteen years old.  She had signed on with the army in order to get away from her hell hole of a home town and the trailer park she had spent her entire life growing up in.<br/><br/>The fact that she was a mediocre student in school combined with not really having a desire for any specialization meant that she was also a prime candidate for the new female combat arm of the US Army.  As it was, her instructors in basic had figured out she could fight better than many of the other females and used her anger and bitterness at her home life to encourage her to perform even better.<br/><br/>Now she was on a chopper on her way to some other hell hole, but at least such places were familiar to her.  She didn't really pay attention to the goings on around her on the chopper, preferring to keep her own counsel.  When CW3 Spaight announced that they had arrived at Camp Angel, Kat just shrugged.  She gathered her gear and followed the Lieutenant and the other private to the Divisional Duty Officer's office.  She responded quickly when called and signed in, handing over her orders to report here.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"2LT Rook, Privates Thomas and Thompson," the Duty Officer said has he looked over their orders, and confirmed they were indeed who they were. "Congradulations are in order. The three of you are going to 3rd Platoon, Baker Company, 3rd of the 511th Parachute Infantry Regiment..."<br/><br/>"CPT Hinkley has really been looking for the three of you getting here," the Duty Officer said as he pointed to the direction of their battalion's cantonment. "He's not been able to deploy 3rd Platoon in the standard patrol rotations, and it's put a hell of a strain on the rest of Baker Company. You three are the last replacements that will bring 3rd Platoon back-up to full strength."<br/><br/>"The three of you can get a ride with some supplies that is suppose to be delivered today if you hussle," he said indicating a deuce-and-half cargo truck that looked as if they had just finished loading it. "Good luck ladies and gentlemen."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kat saluted and waited for the others before moving over towards the truck.  Her petite frame not showing any kind of strain with all her gear, and she wouldn't show any weakness anyways.  Though she was sure the others thought her to be quiet, especially for a private away from home for her first tour, she didn't particularly care to speak unless it was important that she do so.  Besides, she had grown up hating the giggles and gossip and talking from the rich popular girls, why would she debase herself by being like them in the least?