<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Oddities<br/><hr/>Things happened quickly, even for someone who was used to operations such as these. Busting in on two people about to be engaged in carnal acts was something that he had expected might potentially happen, given the noises they had overheard before. In fact it was a bit preferable, since it meant that they were less likely to have a weapon on hand to do something stupid with.<br/><br/>But what followed next was less so, as he ended up being shoved into a closet. Just before something crashed against the ground, sending him to the land of dreams.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>September, 1944</strong><br/><br/><em>"Sir what are you doing?!"<br/><br/>"You stay right there and man that gun Briggs! Anyone comes through that door, you shoot it. Someone needs to tell command what happened here, so that means someone needs to make it out in one piece. Understood?"<br/><br/>"Good luck Sergeant."<br/><br/>A door slammed shut, lock slamming into place with a heavy thud.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A groan filled the air as Gordon awoke. Things smelled musky and dirty, like he was back in the shed at home. But after a moment he remembered that he wasn't, as the weight of his gun reminded him. Reality quickly caught back up, allowing him to address the situation.<br/><br/>At least Dany was already there. First Gordon took the offered hand and then he took the cigarette, letting the nicotine rush calm down the hammering of his heart from the nightmare., Besides the feeling like he'd had way too much to drink last night, which he knew to not be the case. Something had happened, probably X Tech related.  "Thanks," he grunted. This had gone sideways quick.<br/><br/>Surveying the room, Gordon did his best not to stare at their perpetrators, and what had happened to them. It was as if they had just flipped genders, like pushing a button. Why would they even have something like this with them? Better yet, why would the Fritzes have developed something like this anyway?<br/><br/>But at last Wallace stirred, revealing themselves to have undergone the same changes the other two in the room had. Well, this was going to be awkward. "Nope," Gordon replied as he averted his gaze for the moment. "But you may want to find a mirror. I think we can safely say those two are the black market dealers we're looking for."