Mike turned back towards the mink, as she began to explain her side. [i]"-My name is Kellia Moynen. I was an independent security contractor from the independent state of Tarsus before I got all wrapped up in this, and ended up half-way across Arvada."
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mike let her continue until his PADD went off. 
"what the-?" Mike started as he fished it out, "but I just got done talking too.....what?" mike quickly read the message before returning his attention to Kellia. "Alright, cats out of the bag, Mike Nawlin, GEAR pilot, LDF." he said nodding in Kellia's direction. "Long story short, congratulations, you've just made contact with the red headed step child of the LDF." he smiled and shrugged. "we're used to people working against us, but right now, seeing as the bad guys got their high-tech toys up and running, our time table just sped up."

Blade picked up on his COMs again. 

"Seriously?" Mike muttered. "Alright, further change of plans, blades calling in our backup." Mike chewed his lip. 
[i]nothing is ever easy, one gear and a chopper, not good odds.....a couple of them nearly wrecked our team.[/i]

"bad news, we can't go in full force, limited GEAR ability, if we drop everyone in, we might end up causing irreparable casualties. Mike said trying to piece together a plan. "silver lining?, you might be able to help us out, and get yourself a interview with the princess... Provided A, we get her, and B, we live."

he shrugged. "if you're in, we need weapons, big ones." he said, pulling up the image of a RPG type weapon. "ideally 7th gen or higher." he put the PADD away. "Quick, Quiet, and no curious dealers." he said quietly.  "think Casper up there can pull some strings and find some?" he said, pointing up as the satellite laden sky. 

"But before all of that, we need to 'Appropriate' a vehicle." he smirked. "lets go"