[color=00a651][i][b][center]Gren Orchid[/center][/b][/i][/color]

After dealing with the fauna patients Gren knew he needed to go help the others. However he was also watching a few of the videos where he spotted a recording of guards moving in and out of an area, not too far away from his position. "That must be the barracks. Hmm... If this much noise going on I need to minimize the likelihood we'll get get swarmed." So instead of chasing after Shiro, Gren took a detour to find those guards. He'll have to eliminate them before they could amass their power and be a pain in the Team's butt. Switching the God Eater into it's Destroyer mode Gren activated his semblance and slide towards the direction of the barracks. Anyone in his way would have been knocked over or gunned down.

[i][b][center]Escort Mission[/center][/b][/i]

The truck divers murmured with reluctance as they agreed to go off road. While some figured that Marcus could easily blow the quartz out of the way, the resulting explosion could attract more trouble than it was worth. The worse they'd do if they went off roading is disturb some wildlife by going through the tall grass. The truck divers drove around the quarts and through the tall grass, flattening it and sending a bunch of birds out from their cover. It was a large flock, but otherwise mundane.

Rice was sweaty and nervous of course. He tried not to show it and kept the AC on high. It was fairly obvious that Rice was used to riding in better luxury. When Oswald asked his question Rice stammered to a start. "W-w-well of course, if danger arrives, we must make sure the convoys make it safely... As you can see, these trucks, they aren't exactly meant for fighting. Even the drivers are only armed with pistols. We do hope that your team's tank will be more than enough to handle any threat along the way." All in all, Rice had no idea escape to make a run for it. The other drivers had similar sentiments. If they were attacked by say, White Fang, than at least one person would be driving while the other would take out their pistol and try to return fire. But as it stands, they weren't well equipped for anything more than self-defense against a humanoid opponent or a few grimm. Even a pack of beowolves could overcome them if they can't make good use of driving in the truck.

At Marcus's question about the holes in the quartz, one of the truck drivers spoke over the radio. It was a light and feminine voice. "Bug holes. Insects around the savanna likes to make colonies inside the quartz. Supposedly it can retain the heat and allow them to survive the winters or something. I can't imagine how one of those things falling over on their own though. When they get too big they just break apart, not collapse like that." There was a tense air when she spoke out, as if she was speaking the thoughts of everyone driving. Someone or something knocked that quartz over, and they don't know where it is or where it's at. Many of them rested their hands near their pistols as if it was suppose to help them.

Despite the initial mishap it seemed like the trip to the mines went by uneventfully. However something was wrong. "Hold up... I see smoke."

In the distance a many columns of smoke were rising from the location of the camp. While the truck drivers could not see it, others may notice the trucks from before tossed over and turned into crude fortifications. They hulls were riddled with slashes and bullet holes. There was no sight of anyone, human or faunas. Not even Grimm. And suddenly as the caravan got closer, their radios stopped working. Instead they would only hear an all too familiar buzz whenever they turned it on.

[i][b][center]Patrol Mission[/center][/b][/i]

The anchor girl twitched at Ebon's and Skyra's attitudes. Ebon turned to walk away, but suddenly he'd find the crook of an anchor in front of his neck. Skyra would find the tip of an anchor in front of hers, and the thuggish girl glaring at Skyra. "You think you punks can just get away with bad mouthing, just cause you're from Beacon? News flash, [b]bitch[/b]: You earn respect here on the streets, and I don't respect you." By now the merchants have cleared the streets. The only people here were Ebon, Skyra, and the gang of delinquent girls. However they seemed content to watch for now and let the Anchor Girl fight her own battles, not that the others didn't have their weapons in hand. One, the mouse faunas, had two hooked rods. The blond girl had a spear. The human girl dressed in all black had a trident. The blue haired girl had rings in her hand, but there was a strange pink mist floating around her. The woman with gradient hair just smiled with her hands in her pockets. Finally, the anchor girl spoke up. "Now, apologize for being a dumbass, and I won't have to show you some goddamn discipline."

Mean while at the Red Asphalt district, the trio of cat-haired boys were excited to manage to pick up Krystanthe and Sephia. The leader of the bunch pointed towards a shop not too far away. "Nice. I have a family who owns a shop just across the street. It'll me my treat ladies." Making sure that traffic would stain the road with their blood and gore, the cat-hair boys led the two huntress to a tea shop. It was reminiscent of an asian style cafe, but with one notable themes: [url=http://i.imgur.com/n8k18IQ.jpg]A lot of cats and little berry sized piglets[/url]. They seemed to be able to live peacefully with one another, though a few of the cats seem to be chasing the piglets. An [url=http://i.imgur.com/e2WPwKS.jpg]old man[/url] appeared from the kitchen washing a bowl, surprised to see the boys and the two huntresses. "Ah, son, I thought you and your friends were going to go play? You're not in trouble are you?" The old man chuckled as he returned to the kitchen, donned an apon, and returned to the others. "Well, welcome to the Cat Nap! It's my little tea shop and animal shelter. Feel free to find yourself a seat, I'm sure my son will take good care of you. If will go and make you some tea and be back shortly." As he walked away the old man chuckled to himself and whispered under his breath. "I can't believe my own boy could catch two lovely huntresses. Maybe he's not as hopeless as I thought he'd be..."

The leader of the gang simply dismissed his old man and showed Sephia and Krystanthe a table. Despite the amount of cats running about, the place was free of dandy and hair. The piglets where to thank for that; with little towels they scrubbed every surface of the cafe, picking up hair and dirt to be thrown away. Picking out a private both with a view of the streets the three boys sat together. The leader of the group started off the conversation. "So, what do young beauties like you do in a place like the Red Asphalt district? You don't look like racers."