[Tiva]

Ari toweled her hair off leaving it down for the while and threw on a pair of gym shorts and a baggy shirt that stated USRP, United States Recovery Project, before stuffing her glock into the back waistband. Wrapping the dragon in the towel she started off for her tent to let the thing go hide in it while she went to find her MP for a camp to site escort, after all it was the last day of work... she couldn't slack off that badly... though she could probably call cramps or shock and get out of work.
Giggling slightly she looked over at the card table that also was used for dinner, someone was sitting looking through the binders of crap that they had her and Mohammed fill out. Who in there right mind needs to know how many 'sexual partners' I had before sending me off to a remote island to do field recovery? Oh wait the US government did....
Closing the door of her tent she let the runt out before shoving her clothes in a wet ruck and grabbing out her last set of black cargo pants, it meant gym shorts tomorrow on the helicopter ride back but these things were durable. Ari threw her gym shorts on the bed and wiggled into the pants before scrounging for sock and putting on her standard issue tan boots (which had been not so standard issue since she had switched them for her broken in pair when they had started this assignment) and hip holster for her allowed Glock. With one last look of 'don't you dare mess anything up or get caught' to the runt she left the door unzipped so it could wiggle out and shouldered her bag before walking over to the table where one of the Johns were.
"Smith 2 don't you ever get tired of trying to figure out if you can get in my pants?" She slapped the shoulder of the brunette man in front of her before realizing that it wasn't the extra MP they had assigned and quickly removed her hand and unholstered the Glock taking stance at the man's head. "Who the hell are you? And why do you have those files?"