[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180602/a2de79c52f0a3e66593d6b0a793bbed6.png[/img][/center][right][hr][color=gray][b]Unknown Location, British Raj[/b]
Midday[/color][hr][/right][indent]Despite the train's destination being that of a British dominion, Naomi wasn't interested in gazing at the scenery that adorned the landscape of the British Raj.

Instead, the girl chose to sleep for most of the ride, her red beret hanging over Naomi's blue eyes to block out the Indian sunlight. An experienced veteran like Naomi wasn't worried about scenery or conversing with her fellow squad mates; no, Naomi knew it was prime time to get some shut-eye. A peaceful train ride was an easier place to fall asleep rather than a foxhole being bombarded, but in the end, Naomi was used to both.

[i]Screech![/i]

The screeching of the train attempting to stop roused Naomi out of her sleep, who promptly attempted to reach for her Sten, expecting trouble of some kind. Some might've called Naomi paranoid, but she was quite keen on staying alive until every damned Kraut, as Naomi called them, was dead. After all, loud noises in war generally meant [i]something[/i] was about to go boom.

Finding neither her Sten by her side or any sign of trouble, Naomi grumbled as she rose from her chair and adjusted her beret. [color=0071FF][b]"Bloody Russians... At least give a warning next time..."[/b][/color] Naomi uttered to no one in particular, leaving her assigned cabin and descending the steps of the train.

Compared to the Russian cold, the Indian warmth was a complete 180 on the temperature spectrum. The heat was something Naomi would have to get used to, but if her fellow Britons could do it, the SOE agent wasn't going to complain that it was too hot. If anything, Naomi could always unbutton her camouflaged jacket, or remove it entirely.

[color=Orange][b]"Men and women of Project 914, please remain patient. You will be briefed once we arrive at our location far late into the night. We will reload the train shortly."[/b][/color] A beady eyed Russian spoke, standing on top of one of the several various crates laying out beside the train. Those he had called out previously by name had begun to reload the train, refueling the coal and other supplies so that the squad and its support could make the last leg of their journey.

With those of Squad 914 free to do as they wished right now, Naomi found herself sliding away to the edges of the group to get a good look at her squad mates. While some clearly held themselves as veterans of this war, an unhealthy number of Naomi's squad appeared fresh, as if they had hardly seen the true horrors of war. Was Naomi supposed to place her life in the hands of a bunch of recruits that would probably struggle at strip cleaning a rifle, much less firing one?

Naomi sincerely hoped that wouldn't be the case.

[color=red][b]"I imagine we are in the same boat, or would I be wrong in implying that?"[/b][/color] A man spoke, drawing the agent's attention from the crowd to him as he approached Naomi. The agent watched him carefully as he extended his hand forward, perhaps in hopes of trying to find someone to have his back. At least he seemed to hold himself like a soldier, and not some ragtag munchkin that the Russians picked up somewhere.

[color=red][b]"Aleyev Yanovich. I saw the large strings of ethnic groups here, but yours was a bit too hard to distinguish. How'd you end up here?"[/b][/color] Aleyev continued, as Naomi listened in silence.

A few seconds went by before Naomi returned the handshake, extending a calloused hand to Aleyev. [color=0071FF][b]"Naomi Robinson. I imagine my story is no different than anyone else here. Either we got roped into this by recommendation, or the Krauts or the Japs killed everyone we knew that we somehow ended up here. Perhaps both."[/b][/color] Naomi replied, wondering what made Aleyev pick her out compared to everyone else. The Russian did seemed interested in where she was from, at least.

[color=0071FF][b]"...but if you must know, I'm here upon Ushaeke's request to see if his little toys can turn around this war, or at least to the state it was the last time I was in Russia. You Russians owe us Brits, after all."[/b][/color] Naomi explained, letting loose a sigh. 

[color=0071FF][b]"A shame we're using them here rather than against the Krauts."[/b][/color] Naomi finished, lifting her shoulders in a mindless shrug to her comment. Who knows, they might get lucky and find some Krauts deep in the jungle advising the Japanese.[/indent]