[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b][ Fleetwood Subway Station ][/b]

Frankie felt safe, at least for the moment, knowing that her new friend John wasn’t going to let her down, regardless of the fact that they didn’t know one another from a hole in the wall. But that didn’t matter in times like this. You pulled your weight, did your job, and hoped the same people you went in with also came back out. It was tough though, for whatever reason, to watch Marvin as he took up his position alone, but maybe that was for the better. She liked him, and even with John -warts and all- his presence was most welcome in a place that was anything but hospitable.

With her camo shoulder bag opened, she did a last minute supply check, before zipping up each of the many pockets to ensure that nothing toxin entered into her equipment. Moments after, the hushed voice of Khaliya sounded over the suit’s helmet radio, which meant it was really time to roll.

“Wow, seems like we’d been waiting forever, and now that it’s time to actually move out, I don’t mind waiting a bit more.” She shrugged, more or less mumbling to herself but no doubt within earshot of the Private Investigator. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to leave the communication channel open on her radio considering she tended to talk to herself, more so as a means of personal therapy in stressful situations. “But hey, I've been in weirder situations I suppose.” The girl always did her best to make light of dark situations, so why would this be any different? She switched the communicator to “hands free".

Following behind John as he fell into position like the others, Frankie found herself tugging at the crotch area of the suit as it uncomfortably rubbed against her inner thigh. “Great.” She mumbled again, forgetting that the suit's comm channel was opened. “Now I'm gonna be chafing before we reach the first checkpoint.”