Daily listened as Murry showed off his ‘stingers’. She would have to remember not to get on his bad side… fatal poison? He was certainly an asset among them. [b]”Doesn’t bother me, Doze,”[/b] she shrugged, a look of not caring on her face when he said every squad he’d been in had met an unfortunate end. After all, not many survived these days. So his story didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Nor was she worried. After all, she’d survived this long, several years now without her father or anyone to care about her, and that in itself was an accomplishment. 

Eli with a bow. Ah, he can see far in the dark. Useful if this mission was at night. Were they going to have other missions together? Oh great now she was going to have to like these people more if they were. Oh and he had a hearing problem. Awesome. She hated repeating herself. 

She scooted a foot to her right, almost bumping into one of the others when a man came tumbling out into the clearing. Ray. Hmm… he was almost too good at hiding in a bush. Probably a pervert. As she was placing a judgment on him he described his bones and how he could move quicker. [b]”Bet you also break in half easier too,”[/b] she said darkly, not meaning it as a threat, but simply that his power did not impress her all that much.

She suddenly heard a humming, and by the look on a few others faces, she could tell they heard it as well. Her ears twitched a certain direction and a man entered the fray. Mark Dean, Rebel Command, and temporary leader. Ah good, their leader. He looked like a pansy. Martial arts though, and invisible tech. Meh, the ETs could probably defend against those things fairly easily she thought. 

[b]”Am I the only chick here?”[/b] she asked Mark, since he seemed to know who all was coming. She was used to being the only woman in some cases of attacks, but still, she was starting to feel outnumbered. Crap like this is why she developed the hardened personality she had. If you were sweet and nice to guys in this world they lived in now? You got walked on, taken advantage of, or not taken seriously at the very least. Looks like she would have to keep her walls up then if she was to be surrounded by these fellows for a long time.

The fidgety man caught her attention again as he said he knew things without doing anything but looking at them. Odd. Seemed like one of those powers people had a hard time believing, like hers. That was okay though. If it was true, he’d come in handy off the mission. Like when they got back from kicking the ETs asses and needed their equipment repaired. Just as she was mentally praising his abilities though, she heard the word drug. [b]”Excuse me… Why would they send… a drug addict?”[/b] she asked, hoping that was not the end of his sentence. [b]”At least my alcoholism benefits the mission,”[/b] she scoffed, frowning that she would possibly have to deal with a druggy.

She didn’t pay much mind to Darren until he asked if anyone liked the Beatles. Her dad had spoken about them before, and at the name her eyes lit up like a child’s. She didn’t have time to answer him before handsome Grampa Beau cut in and said the ETs were like machines. That much was true. And it was true she knew a lot about the suckers. And since Beau looked to Mark for direction, so did Daily. She saw Beau and Mark as their best bets for focusing this group of freaks.