<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/>Siobhan nodded as she considered things. Gordon knew his side better than she did, she was a intel boffin.. she could read a room of typists and spot the person to put under then thumb or read documents to understand what the widget would do. She wasn't as good with soldiers as she was with scientists, better let Gordon play the game and step in to distract. Which she had to admit she'd be able to do quite a bit better.<br/><br/>"So, we know he's got .. something.. an alternate lodging or stockpile or some bombed out building's basement." She said. "We could ask the Sergeant as well as the Captain. Might need leverage on the Captain, he strikes me as a less moral version of my aide, 'Nobby', and unlike the West End Weasel he might not be upfront or stay bought if we have to pay. Speaking of Nobby, did you send my message to the barracks? I know my uniform would be too tight to wear in spots, but some adaquate reading would be of help." She stood up and sighed. "I think we should work the Sergeant.. maybe snatch him up after, anyone that survived X-Tech exposure might be of use; I do think, however, you might be able to get on with the Captain." She pulled her flask out and offered it to him. "I can get you a case of what's in there, though try to keep it to a bottle or two if you can. I doubt he'd wrangle with me," She smirked. "Most likely he'd leer at my tits."