[color=6ecff6][b]Erika Sid[/b][/color][hr]

A post at a military outfit huh?

Strange, and kind of weird, she would say. Last she checked those uptight, multiple sticks in arse sort of types won't really have anything to do with her kind. Erika, of course, provided practical solutions to problems. Not philosophical kinds, but the kind that she solves with a high speed projectile to the face when paid well. A mercenary working for the highest bidder. 

And because they were paying so well, she was here sneering at the handler in room B204. Her chair creaked precariously as she balanced on two legs, rocking slightly back and forth in boredom. Maybe she shouldn't have gone so early, but she was very very curious about the entire affair. Plus, getting to look at some military armaments wouldn't be so bad.

[color=f7976a]“A-Armored Captain Holdt, present and ready to serve. Sir!”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hah? This limp dicked boy is going to be my partner?"[/color]

He looked like he was about to soil his pants, even though he was about as tall as she was. Well, taller and broader. She wasn't really tall as it was she had longer legs.