[center][color=Skyblue][h3][u][b] Y A Z M I N    M I R A J [/b][/u][/h3][/color][sub][@Musaki Hajime] [@POOHEAD189] [@Deadnaut] [@The Survivor][/sub][/center] 
"[color=9e0b0f]Ladies, please. This is a mission that needs to be done, and these people aren't our friends. Now, if it seems like maybe there's some wiggle room to be extra charitable to people who aren't out to directly kill us then BULLY I say, but let's go there first and see if we can do a flawless victory without getting caught by some tinkerer with his pants down, aight?[/color]"

Yazmin turned her attention back to Neil and was amazed by how calm he seemed to be. Must be another one of his charms that made most of the women fawn over him. At the back of her mind, she wondered if he really was calm or if it was only a facade to cover up his real thoughts and feelings. Whatever it was, she listened to his words now. They made sense. He was right. The people in UNF's side weren't friends. Even when she had been on their side, they weren't friends. Acquaintances maybe? People she worked with. But they stopped being whatever they were to her the day they killed the only family she ever really had. 

The directives stated that they were to eliminate all threats [i]IF[/I] they get caught. There was still that chance of not needing to kill anyone. Even if they weren't really friends.

Funny that her thoughts have evolved this way. Once upon a time, she had had no problems staring into the eyes of the helpless and unarmed and then pulling the trigger. No amount of begging or groveling would have made her spare their life. Orders were orders and that was what she had been programmed to follow. Why was she hesitant now? Why was she questioning a direct order from her commanding officer? 

She knew the answer even as she questioned herself. [color=skyblue][i]Because the inhibitor chip was removed. Without it, I've become less efficient.[/i][/color] For the second time that day, she wondered if having the chip in her was better than having it out. 

If the chip stayed then she would still be with UNF, probably sent out on a mission to hunt down and kill the very same people that was standing with her now. She would have done it with no questions and no thoughts. Even her own life held little meaning to her. If she lost it then too bad. Someone else would pick up where she left off. If the chip had stayed, she wouldn't have known Anton like a father. She wouldn't have met her team mates that seemed to care for her a lot more than the people in UNF did. She wouldn't be wondering if Neil's hair was dark brown or black.

The last thought made her realized that she was still staring at Neil. She shook the thought away and promptly averted her gaze and turned it towards the tablet that had been placed in front of her. [color=skyblue][i]Follow the objective and don't get dead,[/i][/color] the words echoed in her head. She took the tablet and scanned the mission directives. As she did, a name popped out to her. [i]Donovan Mars.[/i]

[color=skyblue][i]Donovan Mars,[/i][/color] she repeated silently in her head. Where had she heard the name before? She thought back to all the scientists involved in the Samantha Project. She knew all their names and can remember all of their faces. There was no one by the name of Donovan Mars in the laboratory she had been raised in. So, why was his name strangely familiar? It bothered her but she figured that she'd know soon enough.  She continued reading and glanced at the map of the base. She had been to the base once several years ago. She had stayed there long enough to at least familiarize herself with the lay out. She wondered how much had changed since she was last there. 

As soon as she finished reading the mission details, she raised her head and looked at the Commander again. The announcement of a new pilot joining their team was good news but her thoughts were still on the name of the scientist she now hoped to encounter. [color=skyblue]"Commander, will we need to bring back this scientist with us?"[/color]