(OOC: Permission granted from Caije to do some things with his character in this post)

Rayne's eye twitched. Her teeth cringed. Her fist curled into a ball of anger. She was in charge of an entire group, and she wanted nothing to do with it. Was this a joke? Is this some kind of bloody joke? She pondered. Right as the headmaster was announcing her name, the shock completely took her aback, and left her dumbfounded. She didn't say anything; she couldn't say anything.

"So Team Leader... what do we do?"

Rayne glared up, meeting Isken's eyes. Sarcasm. She cringed, then glanced to see whether or not the Headmaster was watching. He wasn't, but he was nearby. I'm going to take the bloody ponytail of yours, ram it up your arse, and take it out of your bloody throat, you miserable sod. Let's see if you make any jokes after that, arsewipe. Inside her mind, she was seething with anger. Under different circumstances, that would've been as far as dialogue would've gone. She would've socked him one, no questions, no insults, no nothing. But right now, it was different.

She grabbed Isken by the collar, even though he was taller than her. In a quiet voice between her teeth she said, "You don't bloody like me being the leader? Guess what, you wanker? I don't either. Now, let's get over it, and be done with this piece of utter shit before I puke my lungs out in your sodding face at the notion of having to work with someone like you."

Isken pulled his head backwards away from the grip of his shirt. "Hey, I didn't know you were a dominatrix. That's a total turn on..." He countered with a cocky grin.

Rayne's face twisted half in anger, half in disgust. "You think you're a pretty smart wanker, aren't you?" She tightened the grip. "If you pull off a retarded attitude like that and **** up the mission, I swear to you I'll take someone's gun, and shoot you repeatedly in the balls until your puny wank turns blue and you can't even take a sodding piss from it for the rest of your life." Rayne released her grip. "Got that?"

Turning her face, she searched for the other team members. "Squad A, come closer," she called.

Rayne thought for a moment, closing her eyes. "Our mission relies heavily on stealth," she explained to the rest. "We aren't just waltz in like a bunch of muppets with our dorky SeeD uniforms. Get changed. Considering we're arriving late at night, early morning, we should take mostly black clothes. Nothing too dodgy, though, like a bloody ninja suit; at least plain clothes might make a couple hesitate to see who we are before attacking us."

"Be here in 20 bloody minutes, no more."

With those orders, she left the group.

She quickly reached her dorm, all the while shaking her head internally at the situation that had placed her as the leader of the squad. Even before barking out orders, she already had issues with some of the squad members. "After the mission is done, if that wanker makes it out alive, I'll have him talk to my fists for a bit," she contemplated.

Rayne took off her uniform, and got a black tank top, and green camo pants. She removed her "formal" hairstyle, letting it loose, pulled it back, and used a long black headband to hold most of it in place. She got a couple of fingerless, leather gloves, and quickly returned to the rendezvous point.