Maya and Krieg. Maya and Krieg, they were the last pair you'd think Roland would create but as the others were off on a raid someone had to stay back at HQ and organise the troops for the assault on Hyperion. But after hours trying to turn simple bandits into true Soldiers had worn the Siren out. But she was more bored than she was physically tired. Sometimes Pandora was the most exciting places you could be when the war was in its highest of throes. Other times it could be as quiet as a Tumbleweed convention.<br/><br/>Maya laid back on the tattered plaid couch with her hands firmly clasped around the sides of a thick novel she had managed to pillage on her last trip to opportunity. It was labelled 'The Life and times of Handsome Jack'. It was all propaganda about how he was a strong hero figure but from what the true Pandorans had told her and what info she had managed to squeeze out of Lilith on his rise to power Maya took it all with a grain of salt. She was using it as an attempt to get into her enemies mindset like the great man by the name of Sun Tsu had once said.<br/><br/><em> If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. </em><br/><br/>But there was one thing that was putting her off and it was the constant feeling of being watched? She couldn't shake the feeling and it was distracting her usually laser focus like mind. She had along her travels through Pandora met a fairly odd Psycho who she later learned called himself Krieg and since the day at the train station she hadn't been able to escape his gaze. Even if it was from across town or the other side of the HQ she could feel him watching her.<br/><br/><strong>"You know it's rude to stare right?"</strong>She called out from behind her book in a sarcastic tone.<strong>"Least you could do is not hide in the corners and just come sit down... I don't bite"</strong>She closed the book and set it down on her stomach and sighed. She had read the same paragraph 35 times. There was no way she was finishing this book today.