[b][center][h2][color=magenta]Reya Wyatt[/color][/h2][/center][/b]

Not being a military person, the Colonel’s barked orders always had a very theatrical feel to Reya. She didn’t really jump or move any faster even though she knew he was completely serious. She just sort of moved because it suited her to know what was going on and she respected him as a good man and a leader. The ones that snapped to ramrod attention and clicked heels, giving the whole nine-yards, always seemed a little comedic to her. She crossed her arms with a scrutinizing glance as the briefing got underway and particularly as Cassandra spoke. Whatever it was about this person that continued to elude her was driving her insane in the back of her mind, not just because she couldn’t remember, but because she [i]always[/i] remembered. She arched an eyebrow at the part about editing public records to keep the knowledge of a hidden subterranean tunnel network a “family secret”. Even though it was about to be their ticket out of the cave, the whole thing sounded more than a little dubious in relation to Jeong family history. Considering it was also once Star League infrastructure, she was fairly certain that Comstar likely had the unedited planetary surveys. Questions filled her mind behind her eyes: [i][color=magenta]How did they build it? What did they use to do the digging? Where was it now? How much of the tunnel network was natural formation?[/color][/i]. The fact that it was supposed to be secret knowledge is what made her want to know.  
   
The prospects of a [i]21 acre[/i] scrapyard however did make a certain part of her heart soar. Proper mechbays, [i]tools[/i] and room to work sounded almost as good as upgrading their living conditions. She had everyone’s beams dialed in to run a little hotter using Espia’s natural climate to help the heat sinks do their work along with pulling a little extra damage, and it seemed like some of the mechwarriors even preferred it, especially Ingrid. Often in the midst of the other work that filled her days, she had thought about how they could use that preference. They needed another edge the next time they met the Fists, who by this time had likely salvaged some of her previous work and started gleefully installing it on some of their mechs. Her lips pursed slightly at the thought. It was like fine artwork stolen and hung up in the gutter shanty of a criminal. She had some ideas, but their limited resources hadn’t allowed much opportunity. Again she thought about the Ostroc’s original [i]Totschlagen[/i] SRMs. She wanted to keep at least one of them because they were so rare and in case they ever needed to refit the mech back to original spec for some reason. She was definitely going to make sure Sol didn’t turn them into blasting charges. [i][color=magenta]Trapped in a battle for survival and you’re being a hoarder.[/color][/i] She thought to herself. She shrugged one shoulder at no one in particular. [i][color=magenta]Yep.[/color][/i]

What she hadn’t expected was for her name to be called out for another mission. She didn’t know what a “dive” bar was, but instinctively glanced over at the still smoking Ziska at the first mention of it. Unlike the raid, there wasn’t a pang of apprehension in her stomach at the legitimate prospect of violent death, apropos, being with Ingrid and a contingent of the ‘Boys in plain clothes felt [i]very[/i] reassuring and dealing with people as a representative of the Knights was more her forte. She caught Ingrid’s glance from the corner of her eye and thought that maybe Lyons would have the particulars, but her soon-to-be partner went ahead and questioned the Colonel directly, in front of everyone. 

[i][color=magenta]Are we going to be using our own names?[/color][/i] Something about Ingrid’s tone towards the Colonel or the way she said the words, made the bizarre question echo forward in Reya’s mind. She assumed the answer would be, [i]No[/i]. Obviously. That would be ridiculous, but it felt more like a strange premonition than an inquiry she would ever verbalize. She shook her head a little and glanced at Tarak for a moment before looking back at the Colonel.