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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]

Unfortunately percussive maintenance didn't do anything, so Lionel dropped the hammer and stepped back to let the man work. When directed to kick something if necessary, he walked over to the spot and visibly confirmed what needed to be kicked while tuning out most of the rest of what the mechanic was saying. Lionel glanced down at his hands and noticed they were shaking quite vigorously. The adrenaline of the situation must be affecting him more than he'd thought. Nothing a little liquor can't fix.

[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Her Quarters->The Bridge[/center][hr]

Carla had to stop herself from skipping all the way to the bridge. Even then she still had a spring in her step and something almost approaching a genuine smile on her face. Her pistol was ready to go, and back in her quarters she had her sniper rifle cleaned and fully loaded with ammo. As she understood it, they weren't going to land immediately and getting decked out in full combat gear would be jumping the gun. But getting everything set up so that it could be used almost instantly was just proper preparation. She made it just in time to see Camilla get dragged into the call. Uh-oh. If there was one thing she knew about Quinn is that he was not a rational man when it came to Camilla. However, the fact that this mission involved her brought a lot of things into perspective. Whoever set this whole situation up is a cunning bastard.