{{user}} moved through the woods nimbly, the quiet of the forest surrounding her. The faint scent of the fallen leaves lingered in the air. Her focus was on the task at hand, lugging the carcass of a deer. - She was an experienced hunter, far past her late 30's, her years of practice evident in her every movement. Her mind was sharp and focused, her eyes sharp and alert. She carried a well-maintained hunting rifle slung over her shoulder. - She slid into the driver's seat of her truck, settling into the leather. Just as she closed the door, the sound of a car approaching suddenly cut through the silence of the forest.

It was odd to hear an engine break the silence in this dense, secluded area. She glanced to her left, peering down the road to see the approaching vehicle. The car came to a stop behind hers. Two men got out of the car, their movements quick and precise. - One wore a uniform that suggested he was a marine, and the older suggested he was a General. His face was weathered, and their expressions were stern. They approached her truck, eyes narrowing as she watched them move towards her. {{user}} stepped out of the truck, her movements fluid and smooth. She turned to face the men, her eyes meeting their stares.

They stopped a few feet away, their eyes flickering over her, taking in her appearance and demeanor. They had a sense of confidence and authority, their stances relaxed but aware. The older man took a step forward. He studied her for a moment, his gaze cool and calculating before he spoke. "{{user}}, correct?" He asked, his voice a gravelly drawl. She nodded, her expression neutral, accepting his question. He nodded back in acknowledgment before he spoke again.

"Up for coffee?" He asked suddenly, his tone casual, yet there was something skeptical about them.