[center][h3]PFC Emily Fox & PVT Holly Romanov[/h3]
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"Fox, Emily, 59891-31225-EF." Emily still wondered how she could remember that, and pondered over it until the armourer placed her M392 as well as an M6G and pair of frag grenades down on the counter, followed by quite a few magazines. Her pouches were quickly stuffed, before stood aside to wait for Holly. After meeting in the cryo chamber, the two had already grown to become friends. The younger marine apparently had a brother serving in the Marines, and privately Emily wondered if he would be somewhere in the fleet - there was a fair chance of it, it looked like a lot of assets were being deployed on this operation.

"So, you were saying?" Holly asked, as she slung her weapons onto her back and slid her pistol into her holster. Emily eyed the amount of gear that the girl was carrying, before starting to walk with her in the direction of the hangar. She had probably been looking a bit too closely, because Holly laughed. "Don't worry about it, I can handle this stuff."

The two walked together as Emily told some stories of her career and her life, and Holly told some of her own stories in return. It was soon that they reached the hangar, walking toward the chairs. Looking around, Holly suddenly stopped, eyes fixing on someone she thought she recognised, before her eyes widened a little. She raised her hand, pointing at Victor Romanov himself. "That's him, that's my brother. What on earth is he doing here?"

"I'm surprised he was assigned aboard the same ship as you," Emily replied. It was a bit of a surprise, there was somewhat of a chance he's be assigned to the same operation but the same [i]ship[/i]?

Holly approached her brother, who was trying to talk to someone else. She tapped him on the shoulder from behind. "Excuse me, Sergeant. You haven't been sending me any mail lately," she said, a big grin on her face. Emily, behind Holly, giggled softly.