[color=fdc68a][b]“That’s true,”[/b][/color] Samara agreed with the mentor, however she was unable to avoid thinking about the risks that could come from it. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, it was that she was forced to trust a group of unknowns with a monumental task in such short time, and that wasn’t something she was one hundred percent on. Her passion to find the best decision for the best outcome was enough to give her headaches on a regular basis. Something could always go wrong with this; the RD System was fully functional given they had a target in range of light, but what if the suits didn’t have enough innate power to give them an edge? And what if they panicked from the stress of actual combat? Not all of them were built for that kind of pressure. It was enough to make her mind explode as the negative outcomes were pit against the positive ones. They had come too far to just lose like this.

Placing a hand on her steaming forehead, Samara wiped away another building mass of sweat that formed. She turned and approached her partner-in-rebellion, coming beside him as he flew from camera to camera, attempting to locate the candidates.  Seeing the futility in it before he had, she had dug into her pocket once again to retrieve the miniature pad, opening it and connecting it to the computer just ahead. As he mentioned the tracker system’s readiness, the readings on the pad--power, shell integrity, and now came the faces and physical profiles of those that the trackers would be targeting--appeared on the main screen for the mentor’s viewing.[color=fdc68a][b] “Already on it,” [/b][/color]she replied. 

Samara had begun to input commands onto the pad that allowed those trackers to be put to real work. They could track motion at a fairly strong range surrounding this location, but another strength they had was the ability to project image-reading waves thanks to the integration of a highly advanced ground-penetrating radar. The trackers were underwhelming as individuals, but together as a group they would manage to cover the depths of the mines in record time. As soon as commanded, the waves begun to travel through rock and dust all around them. In moments they had managed to uncover two of the ranger hopefuls. [color=fdc68a][b]“Easy enough,”[/b][/color] Samara smiled as two figures on the screen were located. With the RDS being prepared, Jonah and Clementine were marked by a violet and yellow hue on said screen, being targeted for the process. [color=fdc68a][b]“Two down.”[/b][/color]

It had taken a little more time, but the waves had managed to travel as low as level thirteen to locate the next two. Like the previous duo, the next two were marked by colored hues on the RDS display, Oliver with green, and Tommy with blue. [color=fdc68a][b]“Another two,”[/b][/color] Samara’s eyes narrowed, surprised that there was still one missing from the group. Level thirteen was very low already. For Michael to still be missing from the radar was surprising. 

She gave it some time, and some more time, until an entire minute had passed. Her expression was one of blatant confusion and disbelief. Michael should have been found by now, but the radar continued to show nothing in every known location of Red Rock’s mining operation. The nerves had begun to work, making her appear grim rather than thrilled. The other four were simple to locate and were even in pairs to make things easier. Samara couldn’t explain this, and it was bothersome. To be the best at what she does meant failure could not be an option, especially when they were barely getting started. 

[color=fdc68a][b]“It can’t find Michael,”[/b][/color] She finally said, trying to have the waves go from the start, closer to the base, and expand outward once again. The system worked well enough to find the first four, so it couldn’t possibly be broken. Samara’s eyes scanned the tunnel systems and operation areas for the facility along with the waves, slowing it down and making certain that they didn’t miss him somehow. They had passed Jonah and Clem—already locked by the RDS—and traveled lower, soon passing Oliver and Tommy once again. Nothing.

[color=fdc68a][b]“He’s—he’s gotta be here somewhere,”[/b][/color] Samara muttered worriedly. It wasn’t impossible for them to continue without him, but Power Rangers worked much better in a complete set. He wasn’t high, nor was he low—he was simply nowhere to be found.[color=fdc68a][b] “Do we continue with the plan and find him later?”[/b] [/color]she asked her partner, who was sure to know how to proceed.