[i][b]Soldier of Fortune[/b][/i] [b]Mar Sara, Rebel-Controlled Territory[/b] [i]The figure appeared in the desert, standing atop a dune, cloak blowing in the wind. Engaging his stealth systems, he began his search for his targets. His khukri was in hand, and he was ready to strike. He'd figured the AMP suits and whatever had delivered them wouldn't be hard to locate considering the size, and the fact that the desert was desolate. Synching to a secure network, he downloaded files detailing the planet's layout and recent images of the surface, as to gauge his position. To be this deep into enemy territory was a dangerous game. More than likely, he'd keep things simple: move in, take what he needed to quietly, and leave before a serious counter operation could be mounted. For now, his job was simple, but that was without factoring in more probable variations and possible events.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Sig[/spoiler]