<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WiHvSbG.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sandrock gundam<br/><strong>Location:</strong>France<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zero, open<br/><br/>Sandrock’s eyes twitched at Zero’s obnoxious amount of energy before declaring that they needed to head to breakfast. The mobile suit was obviously malfunctioning so there was only one thing to do. Reaching out she smacked the back of Zero’s head with an open palm. “There’s a mission, idiot. Job first. Tourism later. Jesus, how the hell did I end up the responsible one?” She grumbled as she glared at the other girl. She was in no mood to put up fashion or politeness or a light breakfast. Not when they had a serious fight on their hands. She was looking forward to it. It wasn’t often that there was a chance for a fight where she didn’t have to hold back because it was just a sparring session. “Now come on we’ve got some investigation to do. We need to talk to people and try to figure out where the last place this group of mobile suits was spotted.”<br/>