Whether or not they were doing the right thing or not, Fareeha still had reservations about the plan. The front needed the supplies that Talon toted along. With the world enflamed in war, necessities were in short supply. The military elements received priority, but she wagered the quartermasters' lists were beginning to dwindle. If Talon wasn't tricking her, their supplies were very welcomed. 

Her eyes drew to the entrance to her unit. Nero walked in nursing an arm. His close cropped hair was singed at the tips. His face smudged from grim and dust. He grunted as he snapped as best a salute he could muster. "You look like shit, cap."

A swift reprimand was protocol, but her relationship with her men was hardly protocol abiding. Fareeha pointed to a chair and waited for Nero to seat himself. The chair by her bedside was still vacant for the good doctor. "How're the jumpers?"

"Worried about you," he said. The characteristic jocular tone was gone. It was indicative of building stress. Nero served long enough under her to show his tells. "ESF ground elements are moving in. We broke through the omnic defenses, but we lost a lot of good soldiers. Alawa's coordinating with Captan Kalte. The Swedes fight pretty damn well for being away from the front."

So not everything was lost. Fareeha sighed, her body becoming less tense. It was her tradition to collect the dog tags of the fallen after a battle. Or during. She wondered how many more would be added to her growing sack. She never wanted to forget those that fought with her. Each earned her respect. Jumper or not. They fought a relentless enemy that many lacked the courage to confront. 

Fareeha leaned back on her bed. "At ease. I've called the other officers here. I've something important to discuss; the details will be given when everyone's here."

Nero nodded and leaned back against the chair. The two sat in silence until Angela came back first.

Fareeha listened to the update. "Thank you, doctor. Take a breather."

On the verge of sleep, Fareeha's eyes snapped open as several soldiers entered her unit. She recognized the officers immediately. Exchanging pleasantries, she began to explain the situation, and what she intended to do. It was hard to gauge the reactions from the officers as each internalized what could've been labeled as desertion and treason. But whether or not they believed in her judgment remained up to them. If they reported her, then she'd take the consequences. If they didn't, she would try her hardest to limit their involvement. Either way, she was prepared. 

Alawa broke the silence. "This is treason, captain. Desertion. Talon no less."

Fareeha nodded.

Biting his lip, Alawa looked at the other two officers present. "You're taking a hell of a gamble."

"Talon promises supplies and men. I can do more if I'm inside," Fareeha said. "I've made my decision, and I've told you your parts. This plan cannot work with you. All of you."

Nero grunted. "Cap's never led us wrong. Always done right. I'm with you, Captain."

"Never questioned you. Not going to now," Ansaf said.

Alawa frowned. "... I trust you, ma'am. I don't trust Talon." He clenched his fists then unclenched them. "I trust you, ma'am."

Fareeha nodded. She looked at Kalte. "You don't have the benefit of knowing me, captain. You are not duty bound to be a part of this. I would appreciate your help, but this is your decision," she said. "If you help me, I'll do everything I can to get Talon involved on the European front. I promise you this."