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[hr][center][color=708090][b]Concil Room -> Residential Quarters[/b][/color][/center][hr]
As the meeting ended, three things came to mind. Firstly, a SeeR team has invaded Galbadia and President Rayne had gathered a group of the newest but finest SOLDIER operatives to take care of the problem. He wanted them killed, eliminated from the equation completely. Secondly, Commander Magdalena wanted to detain any rebels they find, avoiding any killing if they can. Thirdly, Rayne had insisted that no mercy was to be given to these SeeR operatives. So there and then provided her with a dilemma. Whose orders should she follow? 

Perhaps she'll go along with the group. She'll see. Keep her options open for the time-being. You never know how new circumstances might come into play much later on. Whether they like it or not, they all had one hour to prepare, before their ride leaves for the border of Luan, where the team would then cross over into Zalera. Beatrice had taken the opportunity to look over at her fellow SOLDIERs who were to be her team.

Three people stood out in particular to her. The first being the 'Mountain', Kain, the hulk of a man she saw earlier, besting the man at training. The second was a fellow blonde, except ten times more bubbly and five times more skittery. She'd never had the chance to meet the woman before, and therefore did not know her name. The third person was a bearded bespectacled man who seemed entirely too cheerful. 

The rest of the team seemed to be complaining about his smell, and how he needed another bath. She had no problem with him. He didn't stink as much as she thought he would when he went near him. She knew the name of this peculiar individiual though. Dr. 'Hal' Rainer. Supposedly the stinkiest people in the whole of SOLDIER. He had quite the reputation, and it was difficult not to know who he was. A legend within SOLDIER, most would say.

Heading back to her bunk, Beatrice took a quick shower. Who knows when their next shower might be, or if at all? When she was done, the blonde got dressed in a clean set of uniform, before putting on her combat armour. The black inner suit came first, before the layer consisting the metallic plates went over it, acting the main protective portion of the armour. Fully dressed and equipped, she opened her cabinet and retrieved a fully-packed duffel back that she had packed for situations like these. 

It contained several sets of clean extra clothing/uniform and a set of extra necessities. Securing her weapon securely on a custom-made sheath/sling combo, Beatrice started to make her way towards Deployment Dock Four. It was almost time. If she wasted anymore time, she would be late.


[hr][center][color=708090][b]Deployment Dock Four[/b][/color][/center][hr]
As Beatrice arrived at Deployment Dock Four, the blonde could see the most of team was already there. Figures, how she always had to be one of the last to arrive. She definitely need a better management of her time. Recognising the bearded bespectacled man she saw earlier at the meeting she knew as Hal, she walked over to him, before tapping him on the shoulder. The blonde spoke. "Hey, YOU, funny guy! Tell me a good joke?"