Finding Esailia well, mike nodded and wandered off to his quarters. stepping into the small alcove, he shrugged out of his harness, sounds of shredding Velcro and clinking buckles obnoxiously loud in the half dorm sized room. placing the exterior armor and harness on his dresser, he stretched. feeling like he wasted enough time, he grabbed his hygiene kit and a clean set of fatigues before trudging his way to the showers.
 
"blessed be the providers of water and soap" mike muttered, returning to his room 20 mins later, the cloying dust that had just recently made his fur a grimy beige now was gone. a quick boot brushing later, little besides the dusty equipment on his dresser would give evidence of the operation earlier.  taking a deep breath, he headed into the main hall and found a small recess to relax in until he was needed. 

he had just lapsed into a light, lazy half doze, ears tracking new arrivals, but quickly came to when blade came into the hall. He tried to keep his disbelief that he himself had done his best off his face, as blade congratulated them on their performance. it seemed like a bad joke, how many missed shots? how many impacts on prowler? if this was a test, he might have gotten unsatisfactory at best. regardless he kept his face neutral. 

"we have another mission. And you're not gonna believe what it is..." blade said. mike perked up at that, arching an eyebrow. 
he was surprised at the fact the custom gears were not simply bandits, or even mercs, but some sort of black ops group.  apparently they struck, and used the local mercs as an attempted cover up for the abduction of a princess, he memorized the name, and took a good look at the picture, burning the faces in his mind. Extract princess, Show no mercy to the lynx. 

"secret military sector with unknown tech, and expertly trained?" mike asked scratching his head. "If I didn't tango with them earlier id say you were a chemtrail chaser, no offense sir."