[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6ukqr4XHa1rq8a7p.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] in a TANK
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	Beatrice tilted her neck from side to side, stretching out her muscles as she worked out the small bits of tension in her body. While she was inside of a tank, she wanted to be prepared for anything. Today she was the predator and Eden was the prey. The cracked her knuckles and rolled her wrists, feeling herself becoming a little more mobile, a little more ready for the unexpected. There was a slight delay before the radio communication was returned. [color=23D5B7]"I copy,"[/color] Beatrice radioed back, before ceasing communication. She didn't necessarily like that the other team was still twenty minutes out - there was a ten minute gap - but it would have to do. 

	[color=23D5B7]"They're twenty minutes out from their destination,"[/color] Beatrice relayed to Lola. Even Lola appeared to be transitioning from a relaxed and carefree mode to one ready for combat. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly Lola would be having her do in the tank. She had never given too much thought to the various roles needed to be filled inside one of these metal traps. In fact, she couldn't be certain if someone told her, years ago, to pick which was more likely - her learning to assist in a tank or the outbreak - that she would have picked the former. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Let me know when you're ready for the crash course,"[/color] Beatrice requested. She didn't bother making small, idle chitchat with Gavin anymore. They all had jobs to perform, roles to fulfill. Otherwise, this could easily turn into a slaughter of the Newnan associates and not the likes of Eden.