"Operative Decasta reporting as requested."
Tahra looked over at the woman who had entered the room, studying her carefully. She knew of Decasta but had never worked with or spoken to the woman before. She was barely shorter than Tahra but it still have Tahra a small amount of pleasure to be taller than the woman. In her experience it was the taller person who ended up setting the terms of a relationship and she preferred to keep people at a distance so the added intimidation of her height might be helpful. Decasta was smaller than Tahra as well, not weak but definitely smaller. She had to be capable if she were in the Specials Unit so Tahra was instantly wary of her.
"Operative Iles?" The Illusive Man was asking her about how familiar she was with the Geth.
“Familiar enough to know where to shoot them,” Tahra said curtly.
“I expect you two to work together,” the Illusive Man was boring holes into Tahra with his eye, she simply nodded her head in understanding.
“See what clues you can gather from the edges of the Veil,” the Illusive Man continued. “You have, as always, all of Cerberus’ resources at your disposal.”
It was evident that this was their dismissal so Tahra turned on her heel and briskly marched out of his office. She keyed something into her omni-tool as she headed in the direction of the armory instead of back to her living quarters.
“Operative Decasta,” Tahra didn’t bother to look up at the woman. “We’ll be leaving for the veil at 0500, I’ll meet you in Docking Bay 4. If you arrive at 0501 I will have left without you, have I made myself clear?”
Tahra didn’t wait for a response instead she continued on her way to the armory. She nodded briefly at the Requisitions Officer who let her pass without signing in. She grabbed a small black duffel and started filling it with ammunitions and weaponry.
Back at her own quarters she packed everything she thought she might need into a small footlocker and took the opportunity to sleep. She woke at 0430 and swiftly dawned her personal combat armor. Cerberus provided every operative with a standard issue armor. That was the problem, it was standard issue and therefore not the best item available. Tahra instead favored heavy armor that also allowed her to move swiftly since it was form fitting, a glossy gunmetal gray color with dark blue lights and accents. She left her helmet in her footlocker and headed to the Docking Bay. Her things were loaded safely onto the shuttle and now Tahra had to wait, it was only a few minutes to 0500. She leaned lazily against the shuttle doors, wondering what the Illusive Man had been thinking when he decided to partner her with someone.