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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Operations HQ[/b]
March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]For some, needing to line up at mission control and prepare for a mission on the fly before even the first bite of breakfast was exhausting and maybe even unbearable, but for Stein, it didn’t really bother her in the slightest. However, the blonde-haired pilot wasn’t too thrilled with the concept of working closely with Percy Moore and Alan Fouren on an operation that had her trudging through the Alaskan tundra on a covert op that essentially asked her to work as infantry rather than a pilot; but Stein was still trained as a soldier, to volunteer and prepare for any level of experience in a military operation without question or protest. That hadn’t changed.

The blonde-haired girl took a light breath as she closed the door to the locker, ensuring she had what she needed before they regrouped with their transit operator and made way to the settlement of Falcon’s Reach. The mission as described by Commander Graham was simple enough. The three of them were expected to meet an accompaniment of survival scouts and militia in Falcon’s Reach before they traveled northward until they reached the old ruin in question where an old neural device had gone dark. It likely required an individual with a neural uplink integrated within them to reactivate which was why three of them were offered as support.

But Graham told them to be on their guard. Falcon’s Reach was the least supportive of a coalition between Smith’s Rest due to past occurrences and neural devices didn’t just happen to magically turn off. Stein suspected that Falcon’s Reach wasn’t sharing the whole story – if it was a simple matter of turning something back on and they needed a pilot to do so, why ask for three of them? It was a question that kept her curious as she made sure she had her handgun, combat knife, survival kit, and datatool all prepared. She even had retrieved a subcompact assault rifle from the armory as her instincts told her would be a wise decision. Ballistic armor to be fitted underneath her cold weather attire as well.

When that was finished she looked over to the other two who were preparing their own kits. One thought came to her mind about all of this.

[color=dodgerblue][i]I just hope Moore doesn’t end up doing something stupid and make this mission harder than it has to be.[/i][/color][/indent]