[center]Location: Hyperion Base, Hyperion, Solomon System[/center]

Atellus returned the salute, nodded differentially, and left without another word.

His mind was racing. This SOUNDED like a milk run- which made him nervous. An agent extraction like this rarely happened unless they were compromised. There were exceptions- but he had never been fortunate enough to have any of them. One detail had not failed to make an impression on him: keep an eye on alleonis on the way back. Maintain positive control, eh? He would do it the old fashioned APRCOM way then.

He checked off his internal list of pre mission preparations: supply, comms, logistics, intel, security. Intel and logistics were already handled, and a comms plan would have to be coordinated with captain Pinalo in the morning. That left security, and supply. Obviously he was the security, but it bothered him that all he would have to rely on was his own two eyes. He would need to see what could be done about getting someone with satellite access to keep an eye on his surroundings.

He walked into the quartermaster's office and silently started filling out a requisition hand receipt. The old kyrem eyed him and his "sentinel" tab warily. After a couple minutes he walked over and presented it to the Quartermaster. From behind his desk, the Quartermaster sighed and said "Alright, lets take it from the top, shall we? Number 1, Jet assisted air assault pack, 10 liter variant." behind him an assistant comes in through the door, struggling with the large jetpack, and gingerly sets it on the counter; The poor supply clerk then rushes back into the warehouse. The kyrem clears his throat and moves on. "A full combat load of KNS type 21 ammo as well as coilmag ammo." Another supply clerk. The boxes are put on the table, and then they disappear. "An ultra lightweight 4 wheel all terrain buggy... And a recovery suite for it? Fucking sentinel, where am i delivering this to?"

"Patrol craft saber." he replies shortly. The old Quartermaster grumbles but annotates it and mumbles something; probably to someone on the other end of a neuranet call. He finally turns his attention back to Atellus. "Okay, finally... What the... 10 grams of hyderaphin? Are you authorized that?" He was plainly surprised- the kyrenian sedative was rather powerful, and usually ordered in doses of 10's of milligrams. But it was common practice for APRCOM to keep a recovery sedated until they were home, so ordering large amounts of sedative wasnt out of the ordinary. Evidently, this Quartermaster was not familiar with them.

Atellus smiled, and said "You've got your neuranet open. Can you pull me up?" It was silent for about a minute before he heard an annoyed "No." Atellus grinned hawkishly, taking somewhat perverse pleasure in messing with the bureaucratic kyrem. The quartermaster sighed, and said "You want that delivered to the saber too?" Atellus nodded. The quartermaster set the hand receipt aside, and sent atellus a request for his digital signature; to which he took out his hand held and completed it, ignoring his implants. The kyrem brusquely turned away from him, and Atellus gathered up his equipment.

After a fifteen minute trip back to his room, and set down his gear and started setting up his kit. He detached the surgical kit from his back and put the jetpack there. Then, raiding it for the essentials (tourniquets, painkillers, chest tube and intra-osseous kits as well as the collective universal bandage) he put them in pouches on the side of his legs. A bit bulky, but less heavy than the surgical kit. Finally, he put his ammo in their pouches and function-tested the extra-atmospheric capabilities.

He laid down on his bunk- 2300. He sighed, for such was this life. He would have to get up at 0400 to make the meeting with captain Pinalo. With that in mind, he sat there and stared at the ceiling, anxious about his lack of concrete info and lack of tangible support. Who could he possibly get on six hours notice to run overwatch for him?