Victor Continued to do what he normally did in a crowded place stay away from the crowd and watch, he was never the best when it came to holding a decent conversation with others. Yet even in this room full of strangers he does feel relaxed, as if being in good company. The others in the room seemed to mingle well enough, by what he could see there were mostly Russians in this group. Something to be expected, what was not expected was the foreigners.

  He could only make out one dark haired Vietnamese man among them, as well as a blonde lady who looked like she could be British, and a few Germans. Surprisingly one younger girl in military clothes and the other older man looked like he was wearing a prisoner’s uniform. Victor had no real qualms about working with the people they had been at war with for some time, just being glad that they were here to help. He knew that they wouldn’t be allowed here anyway if this were not true. Odd? Sure, but this group was definitely one thing and that was ragtag. It wasn’t just mixed nationality’s it was also mixed levels of experience and specialties. Perhaps that is exactly what this country needs right now, to show we can stand united against our foes. Even if to some, it would show desperation.

  Yet for him it said something else, something he has kept to himself ever since he heard it from his father. While his father does hold a rather high position within the government, he sometimes hears things even he is not supposed to know. Why his father tells him these things is beyond him, perhaps as a way to empower the boy to do well or defeat him and keep him away from the fight. Before he turned 17 and was already filling out the paperwork to join up with the army, his father told him something he insisted must remain secret between them. That secret was simple, we are losing the war. A simple statement that could explain the need for desperate tactics, a statement that no one is talking about. Either they know and don’t care or want to admit it, or like him have a rather naive outlook on the world around him and simply give in to the propaganda.

  Still, he figured that standing here alone wasn’t going to accomplish anything so against his quiet nature he decided to glance around at who to talk too. He didn’t feel to up to interrupting some small groups that had formed together. The Germans seemed to be conversing with each other and a small group, the Vietnamese man was chatting with another veteran looking fellow, a few others seemed to be far to interested in the new transport trucks, and the blonde lady seemed to be doing the same thing he was doing watching everyone from a secluded area. The girl was small, short, with blue eyes that showed strength and cunning. A feeling maybe, but she seems dangerous in her own right, he could feel it as he began to walk toward her.

  Keeping his file tucked under his right arm, he found himself growing anxious. It’s not that he was unable or afraid to talk to people, he was just kind of weird and awkward about it. He kept his pace slow and steady looking around now and then until he stopped a few feet from her. He kept his file closed and resting at his side and spoke with an awkward smile, “[color=007236]a rather strange bunch we got here don’t you think?[/color]” he paused for a moment as he looked towards the others. “[color=007236]Mostly Russian like myself, a couple Germans catching glares and a few suspicious looks, a Vietnamese soldier chatting it up with some veterans as if they are old friends.[/color]” He paused for a moment before looking back to the blonde haired girl, “[color=007236]and then there’s you, a British or American soldier[/color]” he paused for a moment as if realizing he skipped something, “[color=007236]oh and My name is victor Asimov… I think I should have started with that[/color]” he seemed to suddenly lose confidence in himself, even for a simple mistake.

[@Poi]