((Made a slight edit to my last post to keep Sarnella in the room.))

Sarnella made a point to read as many dossiers of the crew as she could. She had researched all the combat specialists, so when Urdnot Glaive made a very polite inquiry, she should not have been surprised. His file said "Uncharacteristically diplomatic and courteous for his kind," which Sarnella thought was both offensive and amusing.

"We don't know," Sarnella said, feeling a little deflated at the absence of intel. It was her job to know these things, but it was impossible to see all the cards. "I tried to make contact with them, but no one is answering on their end. I was also able to slip into their network to scrounge up some extra information on the facility. It would seem their security systems are down, which is foreboding. The best I could do is guess about the militia's situation." And Sarnella did not like to guess, so she left it at that. The commander's eyes seemed to tell Sarnella to wrap things up since the troops would be deploying in five. Sarnella raised up her omni-tool to tape a few buttons. The omni-tools of everyone around the table started to blink. "I found the layout of the facility in their files. Downloading it to your omni-tools."

"Wait," the commander said suddenly, holding up a hand in warning. "How do we know the Reapers didn't repurpose that file? It could be a virus of some sort."
Sarnella took a second before responding; she didn't want to have an argumentative tone. "Tech already checked it, sir. They said it's a clean file."
Kruschov slowly removed his hand from the air, tucking it into his crossed arms. He nodded. "We'll hear a lot of Specialist Tirane when we're on the ground. Relay information to her as we get it, so her and her department can find us as many advantages as possible." [i]Hell, we'll need it,[/i] Kruschov thought grimly. "We're almost there. If anyone else has questions, ask them on the way."

The commander gave a conclusive nod and took brisk but carefully choreographed steps toward the elevator. He was the kind of man who always hid buttons and keys a little too forcefully. The elevator door [i]whooshed[/i] open with the same immediacy, and he stepped inside.