<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596) aka Sibohan<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Searching the Sgt's quarters.<br/><hr/><br/>"I'm supposed to be quoting. Doctor's orders." She said before letting Gordon do the talking. She kept her eyes looking around, suddenly aware that the basketball players were giving her the eye. Undressing her from their spot on the court. She had to think on that over her need for a smoke, it was technically true..the Doctor had suggested she use this chance to stop. She nodded to Ortega as she got in the back of the Jeep, trying to not think on all those men in the hangar looking her over as she did so. She felt a bit exposed, but intensely grateful she'd insisted on slacks.  She settled back and took a long deep breath as she pushed away that 'itch' for tobacco. How did a supply officer in Berlin get top end, hand rolled Turkish tobacco from the premier tobacconist in London? Clearly he was a peer of Nobby in the 'supply arts'.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the barracks, she felt the eyes of men on her again as they entered the barracks. Ortega struck her as the 'odd duck' of the supply guys, giving off the vibe of a man out of his element. She wondered if he had been transferred in from an actual combat unit, one doesn't earn the Bronze Star or Purple Heart as a quartermaster usually. She looked around the room as they came in, moving to check the trunk and kneeling by it as she took out each item in turn to check for something hidden before checking for a false bottom.<br/><br/>"Did you know Sgt Wilder, Sgt Ortega? We know some of his.. misadventures, and judging from Captain Bidwell's attitude, and it doesn't seem he's far ahead of the group in the hangar." She asked as she moved through each item carefully. Hidden items were harder to find than outright loot or such. She imagined she'd be checking the dresser and closet before the checking for hidden spots in floor and such. It was always tedious looking for contraband, she had hopes of a nice ledger with names, locations and such. Less messing around on one's knees.