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Leaning against a "wall" of one of the many trenches that had been made all around the area in front of Trebin Village, Mehetabel rapidly and repeatedly tapped her foot as she waited, albeit impatiently, for a specific someone that was supposed to meet her around here. She was actually positioned at one of the intersections within the support trenches, and just ahead of her was the path that would lead to the command trench from where she was. It was somewhat common an area of traffic, this specific intersection where she waited, but as far as she was aware, Mehetabel was out of the way of said traffic for the most part.

Mehetabel was still leery about being kicked off the platoon that she formerly served, but at the same time, she knew there was nothing she could do about it any longer. After all, the paperwork that would make the transfer official had already been completed. The only thing left to do was to let the soldier who was in charge of that platoon in particular know that from now on, Mehetabel would serving under [i]him[/i]. She looked at the name she'd written down on her hand one last time.

Jean Robin-Charpentier. That was the name of Mehetabel's supposed new boss... well, minus the hyphen that she left out, out of an assumption that this Jean person was one of those guys that would give out his middle name as well. And Mehetabel had a solid description on who to look out for. Anyone else, she'd allow to pass by without so much as a second glance; she was never one to care for partaking in or being the recipient of idle chit-chat, especially not to those she didn't [i]actually[/i] need to talk to.

...

She could always storm the command trench and demand to know where this Jean character was right then and there, but Mehetabel figured it was worth waiting just a little longer for his arrival. Her patience may have been on thin ice, but it hadn't slipped through the cracks just yet.