[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm[/h2]

[color=fdc68a][i]Grimm already, then.[/i][/color]

He wasn't sure what he expected, really. He'd have liked to believe he wasn't the type to be so delusional as to believe they wouldn't be running into Grimm early and often after reading the mission summary, so there wasn't any point in trying to act as if it wasn't what he'd (been) signed up for. Even so, something about the knowledge reaffirmed the point that this mission was S-Rank. That it was dangerous.

[color=fff79a][i]That there's a real chance we could be... rather, we are walking into a nest of them, and could lose somebody.[/i][/color]

...

No.

That wasn't happening.

[color=00aeef]"So what's the verdict? You want to look for a alternate route, or try to locate a alternate power source?"[/color]

He blinked, tearing himself from some anime-esque inner monologue about refusing to let the fear of danger stop him or a solemn vow to do his level best to protect them all with his life, and looked out towards the area again. An alternate power source...

His eyes kept finding themselves drawn back to that one mangled truck. The hood roughly torn off, inner workings of the engine exposed.

He blinked again, and it dawned on him like it does upon one who's just figured out a puzzle in a game, all at once in a manner obvious enough to make one wonder why he didn't immediately know.

[b]"Do you think the battery from that truck would provide enough juice?"[/b] he asked.