[color=fdc68a][b]“Wishful thinking is wishful, John.”[/b][/color] Samara replied, smiling briefly. He was right; there was no investment made in converting that ore into anything useful, not yet anyway, and with time not on their side they needed realistic ideas to aid the team. Lucky for her, John seemed to already have a plan.

Returning to his desk and searching through its contents, he had returned to her with a roll of paper that immediately captured her attention. If it wasn’t her with the brilliant ideas, it was always John to save the day in her stead. 

Watching as he unfurled it, Samara narrowed her eyes at what appeared to be a biological blueprint of an alien species—Voltez. John would only keep something like this for one reason. Samara put his plan together just before she finished explaining it to her. 

[color=fdc68a][b]“Stupid plan? No, brilliant given our lack of options right now,”[/b][/color] Samara gave the man credit. His ability was proving to be more useful than she originally thought. But despite its advantages, there was a flaw to the plan that John knew as well as she did. Her face softened with worry. [color=fdc68a][b]“I know what kind of stress it’ll put on you. Our burned out power source could barely get four-fifths of our team here. Are you sure you have nothing else up your sleeve? We’re talking you powering something even a generator couldn’t handle on its own.”[/b][/color]

John was dedicated to the Strike Force, as was she, but Samara couldn’t help but be worried about the kind of drain it would put on his body. She wasn’t entirely familiar with the biological details of the Voltez, so maybe John knew that their typical biostructure could handle the amount of juice necessary. She hoped that was the case, for his sake.