As the two met up on the way to the rendezvous, Reaver matched her speed. As a guy, in the Warrior Corps, they would partner you with another guy. This case between him and Aria was quite different, how long has it been since they officially became a special Op team? Couple years at least. She is definitely the better looking than of many that are in the Program, even the Vampiric women that have a aura about them that causes such distractions hardly compare to her; she wouldn't hear that from him though, at least not yet.
They grew up in basic training together, but the girls didn't usually blend with the guys very well until much older. Reaver always thought their training is much more thorough than the guys are. Men can think on tasks easily, and can be consumed by the job at hand. Women have a certain emotionalism to them and with the world they lived in, that had to be broken. To have to change yourself from the one thing you are made to do, made for connection, relationship, and love only a female can give. It seemed to him that the girls are far better trained than the men.... That's probably why he gets along with her so well. He's not a sexist like the other guys are when they see the girls. Always barking at them, being disrespectful, if any of them wanted to, they could kill every guy that did it to them. Such is the training in the Warrior Program.

Bringing his mind to the task at hand, he says to her, "It's a Code Green, any Goblin that gets over the wall is considered Failing the Mission. We are to overcome the threat and kill as many of the green bastards as possible. Any course of action necessary, as long as the Great Separator stays in tact." They came into the last stretch of the corridor, seeing gunman and archers shooting volleys at the attacking force. One of the standing operatives were securing two reinforced ropes that are used for scaling down the wall. As the operative sees the duo coming, he stands at attention, "Commanders on Deck!" A few un-busy gunman saluted and went back to maintaining their objective. Reaver turns to him and says, "What's the status report?" he says to him as he's tying himself down with the rope the operative secured. He answered with, "There are a lot of them, Sir. We're doing what we can, but we're only accurate at a certain reach. It's a hit or miss with how high up we are. That's why we called in for back up. Is it just you whom was called? Or are there more coming? Not to be disrespectful, Sir. I just think that this situation is a little more difficult to handle than you two alone." Reaver smiles. A genuine, knowledgeable smile, and says, "It looks like you will just have to find out, maybe you'll learn why we are sent over the Great Wall, and so few are not." He stared into the eyes of the young warrior, as he climbed up to the edge of the wall, looks over to his partner and says, "Mi Lady, lets go down and greet our fair neighbors." He pulled his elbow blades from their holster. Clicking a button, the blade unfolds and grows three and a half feet tall, which made them end just above his ears from the way he was holding them. "I love this part." He says as he leans back into the oblivion of darkness that is the out side of the Great Separator.