[center][h2][color=blue][u]          [b]Naomi Robinson[/b]          [/u]
[color=blue][sup][sup]Current Location: Squad 914 Camp[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[color=silver]Standing with straightened posture and arms placed behind herself, Naomi listened in silence to the commander's speech. It had been clear that Vychenko attempted to sweeten up the conversation to instill patriotism within those that stood in front of him, yet Naomi--despite her distaste for such words--refused to budge or divert her glance lest she compromise herself or whatever orders her superiors in the United Kingdom and now the Soviet Union had given Naomi. Regardless, it hadn't stopped Naomi from wrinkling her nose in disgust upon hearing that there were to be Germans--Krauts as she called them--within their ranks.[/color] [color=blue][i]Nothing more than liars, rapists, thieves, and above all, coldblooded murderers,[/i][/color] [color=silver]Naomi thought, clenching her hands behind her back into fists as past memories resurfaced, reminding the agent of the terrible events she and the people of the British Empire were forced to experience at the hands of the Germans.

As he finished his speech, their commanding officer diverted their gaze to the right with a movement of his arm. A row of uniformed officers stood in order, each one holding what was to be their assignments. None of the officers were welcoming, yet the unsettling gaze that had met Naomi as she approached to receive her documents had shown that they had also survived trial by fire, but also that a glimmer of hope existed for those who were selected to be apart of the newly formed squad. Their rough and unkempt appearance reminded Naomi of her father, and she began to wonder if--by chance--he was still out there, alive and kicking. The Third Reich had quickly overwhelmed what forces that had against their soldiers in France, and her father had been missing since the disastrous expedition. Sadly, it was a possibility with little chance to exist, and all that was left for Naomi was to hope that her father was alive to see what a proud soldier his daughter had become.

Walking away from the officers, Naomi quickly glanced over the documents she was handed in a secluded area of the room. By no means was Naomi a lone wolf, but she had wished to gather intelligence (as was one of her duties) about her comrades without someone to distract her from the rest.[/color] [color=blue][i]Two Krauts, a number of Soviets, and one Vietnamese...[/i][/color] [color=silver]Naomi pondered as she gazed over those that were now conversing with one another inside the meeting area. As her glance met the two Germans conversing, Naomi felt a smirk rouse on her face as she noticed the burly man's attire. Worn and caked with dirt, his penal uniform left a belief inside Naomi that the Soviets were doing something right. The German war machine had inflicted so much pain and suffering as well bloodshed and death onto innocent families, and Naomi stood steadfast with her resolve that the Germans should be forced to pay for their sins and crimes.[/color]