[color=949494][sub]O A K R I D G E  :  D E P L O Y M E N T   G A R A G E [/sub]


  In the more or less empty cabin of the APC, the still air was cool and comfortable even without the air conditioner. He had resigned to alternating between watching the racket and clank of the driver's testing the controls, and playing a digital card game online with some of the students who weren't deployed today. Though he knew very few personally in real life, he had a swarming friends list in the game. Messages bounced back and forth from device to device, issuing friendly duels to one another like a camraderie of knights on a quest of somesort. Without risk of bloodshed or death, of course. Sometimes it felt like that was enough. 

But looking back at real life, he was reminded of the crisis that plagued all when Montero spied the glint of metallic fingers on the driver's left hand. Something happened to this one, so much so that he needed a prosthetic arm. Montero gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to him as the driver briefly looked his way, while he pondered if he himself as a Guardian should really be indulging in escapism? 

[i]No.

At least, not now.[/i]

He shook his head as he closed the application, flicking over to the mission details that he would re-read now for the ninth time.  '[i]Ledale's mountainous range has geographically kept the infection's reach at bay but in recent ti-...'[/i][/color]

[b][quote]"...compete with! ....Holy eyeballs .......those things shoot lasers!?"[/quote][/b]

[color=949494]The Researcher glanced up, it seemed that the other members of the squad had arrived outside. This one, holding twin briefcases, louder than the others. Even louder than the cringe-worthy commentary between the stretching duo. The statement placed his attention on the fellow with the seemingly glowing corneas. Montero admittedly once wondered the exact same thing ever since he saw him long ago, evident by the now raised single brow.


[i]This isn't going to go well...[/i][/color]