The hunt

Dinesen-Maynard Estate
Tharkad
November 1, 3071

A tall, slender woman with carefully dressed pale blonde hair stood at a balcony overlooking the grounds of her estate. Clad in a deceptively simple looking matching tunic and pants set made of thermasilk, she casucally leaned on the railing, concealing the rage in her storm grey eyes as she listened to her agent's report. Finally he fell silent and the lady clenched her fists out of his sight. Couldn't let the hired help see such a reaction after all.

Finally her cool voice could be heard, it was colder than the night's somewhat chill air, "So what you're telling me is that you can't find any trace of my daughter?"

She had to give him credit, most would have stuttered at that tone of voice. "Yes, Your Grace. The foundation that hired her as a mech scout is privately owned with top notch security, it'll take more time for us to be able to get access to their records."

"How long?"

"At least a few months."

Silence descended again as Catharina Dinesen-Maynard mulled over the man's words. Jamieson really was quite good at what he did and those who worked for him were as equally good. If he said a few months, she knew that no one else would be able to get the information any sooner. More likely it would take longer with a greater chance of failure. She couldn't risk alerting the ungrateful little bitch that the hunt was on.

"And you're positive she didn't join her father?"

"Yes, ma'am. There is no one of her description joining either the Rangers prior to his departure, or this new unit he's with."

Damn, damn and double damn. It couldn't be helped then. While she was still young enough to have another child, she didn't want to go through the effort only to see it wasted on yet another squalling brat that didn't know its proper place in life. Besides, Marlana was hers and what was hers was never given up. As much as it galled the Grand Dutchess to admit it, the man who sired her eldest child had indeed contributed to the girl's intelligence and athletic ability.

Unfortunately he planted foolish ideas into the little chit's head which lead to the situation she was currently in. Her two eldest had vanished, her youngest currently in a very good, very discreet drug rehab clinic. Only she was still in a coma after her overdose of the latest designer drugs combined with an excess of alcohol. Catharina's upper lip curled slightly at the thought of the crowd her youngest ran with. Not that the middle child was any better having run off to Solaris VII. No, she needed a competent heir and that left the eldest who was also the biggest thorn in her side.

Marlana Halas, who by rights should have been Marlana Dinesen-Halas, but even as a child the girl was contrary. Well not for much longer once she got ahold of the wretched child. She had access to people who would make Marlana more obediant while leaving her otherwise intact mentally and physically.

"Very well then, Mr. Jamieson. Do what you have to do."

He bowed his way out even though her back was still at him. As swiftly as decorum would allow the agent left the estate, an hour later he was at a public telecom. Waiting patiently for his call to route through the appropriate channels, the man mused silently to himself over the conversation with Her Grace.

Finally. A click. "Yes?"

"It's me, Boss. The lady agreed, it'll give us some breathing space to locate target and deliver it to His Highness as a bargaining chip."

"Excellent work. You know what to do now." Another click, then dead air.

Jamieson smiled as he walked away from the telecomm after wiping the traces of his call. The Loki agent shook his head a bit, who would have thought one MechWarrior would be worth this kind of fuss?

Musings

Red Dawn Temporary Barracks
Outreach
November 22, 3071

Once again at her favorite perch near her barracks, Lonnie stretched out, enjoying her stolen moment of privacy. While she hadn't put back on any of her lost weight, she was definitely in better shape: harder, leaner, elfin features sharper, but still very attractive.

"New Journal Entry."

"I thought the first week was rough, this has been much more intensive, but in a good way. Captain Mueller is a hard taskmaster, but fair and I really do wish I had more instructors like him in the Academy. In a perverse way I'm enjoying this, though the others don't seem to be. I can already see improvements, not just physically, but in handling a mech. Now if only my Herc didn't keep having ammo explosions in the simulator runs."

She stifled a yawn behind her hand.

"I need to try to get more rest, but I want to put in as much time into training as I can. My skills are already getting back to what they were at my height at the Academy. And now... with the kind of training I've been getting, I think my skills will actually be honed so I can be more than merely competent."

Lonnie sat there for a moment, savoring the thought as the wind toyed with her hair, then she sobered.

"My only concern is still the matter of leadership, during one of the sim runs it was just Jain, Victor and myself. Despite a tactical error on my part that got Victor 'killed' and my mech destroyed, I definitely had both of them listening to me far better than they did with Richardson. I just hope this doesn't cause more problems in our already troubled Lance. Then again, it probably won't since I hardly talk with them except for matters of business and even then that's strained. Guess my little snit fit at dinner a week ago really killed things there."

"Once again, that's something I can't really do anything about except over time. It's been only a couple of weeks, still need time to get used to each other. The ironic thing is I probably get along better with the people in Mueller's BA unit, since they've been kind enough to work out a schedule to give me extra training in unarmed combat. That has really helped work on my focus, might see if I can shorting the unarmed comabat and get in some other training in."

Absently she ran her hand through her hair and looked at how long it was starting to get. "Should probably cut my hair, letting it get this long has been pure vanity, even if it's cut to avoid causing interferance with the neurohelmet. Something to think about it."

Her chronometer beeped and she jumped to her feet.

"Time to head back to the grind. End Journal Entry"

Contemplations

Author's note: Sorry for the lack of recent material, but I've been holding off due to getting things resolved in the game. There's still a few things to be worked out in game, but there was enough from a free form RP session with 2 of the other players and a one-on-one session with the GM to let me post. :)
3-17-05 Edit: Finally had the debrief, decided it's better to just edit this entry than create a second one.

Wearily Lonnie entered the barracks assigned to Bravo Lance, grateful that Richardson had gone off to do his own thing and that Victor and Jain hadn't returned yet. The days events had tired her out more than they should have, but then again anything involving her emotions had begun to take a harder toll on her lately than they used to. She'd never realized how difficult it would be to live as essentially two people, even if the details were close enough for her to act out the fake life.

As she put the case of Timbiqi Dark into the unit's fridge as something of a silent peace offering, the white haired woman grimaced at herself. "Feh, Dad was right, I've been wallowing in too much self-pity. I've chosen this path, now it's time for me to run on it."

After grabbing a can, she returned to the main living quarters then pulled out a small project she'd been toying with on and off since her illness. Before she was strong enough to start going through rehab she'd fretted at having nothing to do, there was only so much reading, napping and mindless holovid a normally active person could tolerate. One of the nurses finally got tired of her patient's restlessness and introduced her to counted cross-stitch to help keep her occupied. It was complicated enough to occupy Lonnie's hands and mind for hours on end even if she wasn't that good at it. Even after being discharged she continued to try her hand at it since it was a light and portable hobby.

Settling down in a chair, the mechwarrior pulled out her noteputer and placed it on the table next to her open can before picking up her project. As her needle flashed in and out of the frabic, she began to speak softly.

"New Journal Entry."

"First things first, we survived the debriefing without anyone coming to blows, can thank the Commander for that. Richardson was clearly annoyed with Jain and myself, but was civil, even after I told him my thoughts on his battlefield command. Of course my comments were only because he asked, would never had said anything without him asking. I believe in being honest to my superiors, even if they may not like it. I try to treat everyone the way I want to be treated, unfortunately that doesn't always work out too well. At least unlike past superiors, he didn't get extremely pissed, but that's probably because he was saving up all of his ire for Victor and the general bitch-out he had for the Lance. "

"Victor is an idiot, bad enough he disobeyed the Lt's orders, then to compound it by deliberately antagonizing the man? He's supposedly a professional mercenary, thus far I'm not impressed either by his attitude or his capability. Not that I'm perfect, but given more training to bring back my unused skills, I know I can shape up into being the competent individual I had been. Judging from what I can see of Jain, the same holds true for her. But the men? They need help."
She paused to take a quiet sip from the can then set it down just as silently as she'd picked it up.

"If I knew I could get away with it I'd arrange for them to have joint anger management sessions. Victor obviously has issues with an individual who wasn't in the military made his commanding officer, and Richardson doesn't like being challenged in such a manner. And quite frankly Richardson needs to work on his interpersonal skills. At this point the only reasons why I'm following his lead is the fact that Kasperov put him in charge and he obviously does know what he's doing in combat. But the temper and testosterone displayed by both men could get us all killed."

Scowling, Lonnie contemplated the early events of the day.

"I hate trying to be manipulative, but I'm going to see what I can do to try to smooth things over in this Lance. Get Victor to listen to Richardson, get Richardson to not loose his head so quickly. If he gave respect, he'll get it in return. I think I have Victor's grudging respect, so that may help, we'll have to see."

Like an unexpected ray of sunshine, a smile curved Lonnie's lips while lighting up her fact a bit.

"The commander definitely kept the debriefing from coming to blows. He even admitted he hit his CO in his first debrief. It's hard to believe Kasperov doing something like that, but everyone has their breaking points. And while he chewed us out, he did it in a manner that got us to listen and didn't demean us. Something I hope Richardson took notes on. He can be brutal when he's angry."

She absently rubbed her forehead, feeling a stress headache beginning to start.

"Family and Lancemates... I swear they're going to kill me yet. Had a heart to heart chat with Dad and Uncle Sledge. That was even harder than both of my interviews with the commander. And I thought those were nerve shattering. The whisky dad put into my coffee helped some, it at least helped take the edge off." She laughed a little, "For all that we didn't see each other much as I grew up, Dad certainly knows me all too well. Probably talking to Alex again. Then again all of the messages I sent to him pouring out my heart probably contributed."

Lonnie kicked back so that her chair leaned against the wall with her hands behind her head, the cross-stitch left forgotten on the table, a position she'd never take with anyone else present, even those closest to her. "And as good as it was to see them, it was hard too. They obviously wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into and to give me a piece of their minds. Can't blame them, what I did hurt them the most even if no one said anything."

Without moving her chair, she snagged her can, "I told them everything, including a few of the suspicions that Doc Aaarons had regarding my illness. They were...shocked and horrified and refuse to believe that mom would have me poisoned. Dad especially, but I don't think either of them know what kind of evil bitch my mother has become. Uncle Sledge's term demonspawn works. And if it was deliberate on her part, it would have been meant to incapacitate me, not kill me. Of her kids, I'm the only one who has any degree of intelligence, the other two have pretty much rotted out their grey matter with drink, drugs and sex."

"And Dad gave me his ususal succinct lecture, only this time on self-pity. Listening to some of my past entries, I didn't realize how much I was wallowing. I'll try to work on that also. And Uncle Sledge gave me a longer lecture about taking up the commander's offer for Captain Mueller's...unique services." She sighed.

"He didn't need to go into about how it's murder, I'm well aware of that. When the time comes for my mother to die, it'll be by my hand. I won't have anyone else take that burden. I know that most people would say if, but I can't. Her Grace is starting to get as insane as her friend who was grabbed by Clan Wolf. The only problem is that it's the intelligent kind of crazy. At least for now. I just hope she doesn't start anything to horrible."

"That pretty much sums it up, we got caught up, I got lectured and in between the two bickered." She smiled, "It's good to be with my family again."

"Well, maybe that's not all, they gave me some insights on the commander and what he wants for this unit. And after talking with them... this might be self-pity, but I don't think so. I had toyed withthe idea of trying to get to know the commander better, he's such an interesting and intriguing person, but now. Well, I'm so far out of his league it's not even funny, despite what my father and uncle think. According to them, Kasperov sees life as a balance between war and peace, not one or the other. It's a different viewpoint and as Uncle Sledge said, I need to get used to it. The company is meant to be a fast response unit to handle, ah, issues I guess someone could say."

Taking another sip from the can, Lonnie pondered for a moment. "I don't think I'll need alot of time to adjust to that thinking. Granted I originally became a soldier to piss my charming mother off, but as time went by and I found I liked it... it wasn't because I enjoy fighting. I don't, I hate it actually. But my thoughts have always been it's better to have a trained, ethical person as a soldier instead of someone who enjoys fighting, or some poor dumb kid who got conscripted. I will try not to hestitate in battle, and today's exercise taught me alot, but I will not go after civillians, even if ordered to. If they have weapons and are attacking, that's a different story. But I refuse to wage war on those who cannot defend themselves."

She frowned a little, "That still sounds wrong, but that's the closest to how I can verablize what's rattling around in my skull. And leads to the other reason why I joined the Red Dawn, even if I didn't tell Dad. Originally it was because I wanted to serve under a good commander hoping I can learn from his example. Now that I'm beginning to slowly see what he's gone through, I'd have to be a complete idiot not to learn something. But it just emphasizes how different he and I are. I like to think I'm brave, but I don't know if I'd have the kind of guts he had to go into those fires in a non-cooled mech time after time. Guess only time will tell."

"I think Dad is somewhat surprised I decided to become a merc, instead of going to the SLDF, but as I told him, it was only for this unit. Had the commander not accepted me, I would have gone to the SLDF. But truth be told, I don't think I would have. I'm not sure why, but they just seem so... ineffectual. Like a ghost from the past that doesn't realize it should stay in its grave. It was a good idea in its time, but I think we need something new, not a thing that failed over 300 years ago."

She contemplated on that for a moment as she finished the last of her drink and brought her chair down with a very soft thump. Setting the can back down, she picked up her sewing and resumed her journal.

"Well, I can't do anything about that, at least not right now. "

Lonnie fell silent for a moment as she worked on a complex part of the scene she was working on: a silvery grey horse galloping along a plain at night with three moons overhead.

"Now for the rest of tonight... I'm not sure if I can trust my lancemates after all. Went out to dinner with Victor and Jain in the effort to try to get to know the people I'm going to be trusting my life with. I think I can trust them with my life, but not my sanity or freedom, so it be a very long time, if ever, before they learn who I really am. They wanted to get some extra money by having Jain dress up as something else and challenging people to a sim mech battle. I don't have problems with people wanting to earn extra money, it was just the method that left a bad taste in my mouth. Yes, I feel like a hypocrit... but I was honest about my skills in the testing and I wasn't aiming to swindle money from the unit. If they're willing to do that to get money, what else are they willing to do?"

The needle stilled in her hand, "I'm willing to risk my life with these people, but what would they do when they learned who I am? Victor hasn't said much, but I've gotten the impression he doesn't like Lyrans. If I knew he'd just try to kill me, I wouldn't worry about him learning about who I really am, it wouldn't be the first time someone felt that way about me. But I don't want to risk the chance of any of them trying to turn me over to my mother, her enemies, or my enemies. Maybe that's the coward's way, but I don't care to go back to that life."

"Should have known better than to get my hopes up for this life, after all it's not the first time my dreams have died upon encountering reality. I'll deal with this like I have everything else. At least I learned that I can't trust them now and not after thinking they were friends so I could set myself up to be stabbed in the back again. "

"Andy why can't I get a certain Russian out of my thoughts?"

"End journal entry."

Still in a thoughtful mood, she set her sewing aside, disposed of the can, changed from her jumpsuit to her sleeping gear: t-shirt and sweat pants. After getting ready for sleep, she went back to sewing for a while, thinking over the day's events. Upon completing three rows, Lonnie put her project back into it's small case, turned out the lights, made sure her alarm was set and crawled into bed.

A painful start

In the hospital room the only sound was the soft beeping of machines and the even quieter susseration of the respirator that was keeping the pale young woman in the bed alive. Deathly pale and somehow seemingly diminished in only a few hours time, the only color was her raven's-wing-black hair and brows. Watching through the observation room a man in his late fifties watched his young friend with concern, it was hard to belive that the so very still form in the bed was the same vibrant woman who had brightened the dinner table. And half a day before that had saved his life from a foolhardy action on his own.

A woman who was of the same age that had given in to time gracefully stepped up to his side and silently put her arms around him, offering what comfort she could. She too had come to like the young lieutenant assigned to their small base to help keep the militia trained and up to date. Both had adopted her as an honorary daughter much to her embarrasment, but after awhile they broke through her stiff formality to the charming young woman that hid beind the mask of a LAAF officer.

He finally spoke, "How bitterly ironic. She saved me from choking on a chicken bone of all things, and now she's dying because I thought I'd have a special dinner in her honor."

His wife held him tighter and rested her chin on his shoulder, "You didn't know the fish would be bad, dear. None of us did. At least we know it was accidental."

Unspoken were their mutual thoughts that life amongst the Lyran nobility was not all peace and light, that sometimes "accidents" were arranged, especially for a young woman with her past. So when Marlana had collapsed in a pool of her own vomit after dinner the first thing the doctors checked for was poisons. Thus far all they had been able to determine was that she was suffering from an extreme case of food poisoning, but none of the treatments seemed to be working. Neither let themselves think about the fact that Marlana was the only one to get sick from the fish.

"We found it!" The shout startled the couple as the normally reserved doctor came running up to planetary governor Erik Doons and his wife Elizabetta. A smile was on his exhausted face and they noticed nurses going into the young woman's room and began to administer various medicines.

Doctor Aarons took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking, "It was anaphylactic shock, my lord, my lady."

At their blank looks he continued, "A severe allergic reaction, for some reason her body reacted as if it were allergic to the fish. That's what we were missing, the toxicology report just came in a few minutes ago, now that we know the entire situation, we have a better chance at helping her."

As the expressions brightened the faces of the two, the doctor raised his hand warningly, "It's not a guarantee that she'll come out of it. We can treat the two conditions, but there's a ways to go before Lieutanent Halas will be in decent shape. But there is a chance."

Sighing, the governor nodded sadly, "I'd best have her next of kind informed, but by the time they'll receive the notice we'll know one way or the other."

The doctor looked thoughtful, "Considering some of her relations, I would be very careful in how you phrased the message."

Startled the governor looked at the younger man piercingly, "Is there something you haven't told us?"

Aarons shook his head, "Not really, it's just the fact that everyone at your dinner ate the fish and none have gotten ill. Presumably all of the servings were prepared at the same time?"

"Yes, we already had verified that, we haven't replaced any of the staff and the meat came from the same vendor we've been using for years. We're currently having an investigation being conducted, but so far it just seems to be accidental."

All three fell silent as the nurses left the patient's room, and the doctor went in to examine his patient, gesturing for the couple to join him. Naturally he shut the door and pulled the curtains closed. As he began his examination the doctor spoke softly, "The only reason why I asked is that I know there are drugs that can be used to simulate different conditions. While I did have them tested for, some of them break down too quickly to be detected in time. I'm having her room kept under constant surveillance, but I just wanted to give you some sort of warning. In case."

Then he spoke in a normal tone of voice as he opened up the door, "She seems to be responding to the treatment, her breathing has eased at least. We'll know in a few hours."

Silently the older couple nodded, then left to their home to send some carefully worded messages. They had to notify the LAAF and the family of Marlana's sudden illness, but not the severity, not yet.

As days, then weeks went by, Marlana seemed to pull out of her situation, then would have a sudden relapse. For some reason her system would continue to have responses as if given a constant allergy. Finally one of the attendents noticed that Lana's hair color seemed to be fading, more tests showed reveal that the hair dye she'd been using had a chemical closely related to fish oil. Once the dye was stripped from her hair, her recovery finally started.

When she was finally up and about, though weak and shakey, Marlana received an unexpected visitor in the shape of Alex.

"You look like hell, sis."

She smiled wryly, "Love you too, brother mine. So what brings you out to the middle of nowhere?"

"Oh, I dunno, thought I'd see how the fish were biting."

At her scowl he grinned, "I know, not funny. Actually your father had me come out here to check up on you. He would've, but with the way Her Grace has been acting lately, he figured it would be safer for me to check up on you. " Alex studied his adopted sister thoughtfully and tried not to worry at how pale she'd become or the fact her hair was pure white, "Pity it's not around Halloween, you'd have no problems dressing up as a ghost."

He didn't move in time to avoid getting a pillow to the face.

After a nurse came in to chastise him for upsetting her patient, Alex shook his head, but settled down.

"In all seriousness, sis, how are you doing? You really do look like death warmed over."

Lani was quiet for a time, looking out the window to the parklike settings outside. "I'm not sure, Alex. I haven't puked in a month and they're letting me eat solids now. The worst part is how I'm tired all of the time."

He grimaced, "That falls under TMI, Lani. "

She shrugged, "You asked."

He was quiet for a moment then spoke slowly, unsure of how she'd received what he was about to say. "When he heard who I was and before they let me in, Governor Doons approached me. He's worried about you, hun. And his friends in the LAAF have stated that certain individuals have made it clear that you'd never get beyond postings like the current one until you toe the line with your mother. He can arrange for an honorable discharge and you know that my cousins would love to have you working for Defiance as part of their security."

Alex began to worry when she didn't respond right away, then he saw the tears silently running down her cheeks. Not saying anything he got up and carefully hugged her, wincing at how delicate she felt. She'd never been a big person, but she'd always had a solidity to her, now she was shockingly fragile. For a moment she just sat there, then slowly put her arms around him return, but without their former strength. As his best friend wept bitterly silent tears into his chest, he just gently rocked her without saying anything. What could he say in the face of her broken dreams?

Finally she sat up, wiped her eyes and sniffed, seeing that she had gotten it out of her system, he returned to his seat. Then seeing the thoughtful look in her eyes, he wondered if he should have left.

"How different do I look now?"

He regarded her warily, Lani wasn't one to ask about her looks. "Unless they knew you well, no one could tell who you were..."

She smiled and he almost did leave, she clearly had a plan in mind. Alex sighed.

"All right, sis, what's brewing in that twisted little mind of yours."

Lani smiled, "You still know some of the wrong people for a new id, right?"

His heart sank, it was worse than he was afraid of and he knew her well enough to know where her thoughts were going.

"I guess so..."

"Good. Marlana Halas is going to disappear for awhile. I want to apply to the merc company Dad is doing the admin for, but I want to do it on my own without having to rely on Dad or Uncle Sledge to help me."

Stunned her visitor just sat there staring at her. Of all the things she could have come up with, that was the last thing he expected. She simply smiled and waited for him to finish squirming.

"Yeah, I guess I can get you the id you need, but you're not in any shape to pilot a mech."

"Doesn't matter, get me the id, I'll be in shape by the time I get to Outreach."

The smile on her face was one he knew far too well, it was Lani at her most stubborn.

"After all, I have a goal now, and we both know I achieve my goals."

Victory

Taking the opportunity to get a breather, the tired, but happy, white haired mechwarrior first leaned against the wall to one of the buildings in the current HQ of the Red Dawn, then slowly slid to the ground. Keeping her knees slightly bent in front of her, Lonnie pulled out her noteputer then turned it on.

"New journal entry."

The soft chiming was heard.

"It's been a week since my last update, what a week. Testing, training... There's going to be more of that before we're really ready, but Bravo Lance now has one victory to it's name. It's bloodless and was obviously meant to just be a test and was through sheer luck. It's still a win, and against a Lance of mechwarriors who have obviously been together for some time, and they were part of a historied company no less."

She fell silent for a moment, remembering the day's mock battle and smiled.

"I was afraid I was going to screw things up from the start when I mentally locked at combating former House Steiner troops. But I got over it quickly at least. And I know I was fighting too defensively, but I was able to contribute to the team's win, and that's something right there."

"This was the first time an exercise like this meant something to me. I... I wish I knew how to put into words what I feel. But the people in the Lance and the entire company, not just Dad and Uncle Sledge, actually mean something to me. For all that Commander Kasperov's speech last week didn't do anything for me, even if I'm still trying not to read anymore meaning into the part that he seemed to direct to me."

The slim woman laughed a bit, "He was obviously refering to my response of 'My all of our future endeavors be successful' when he said that 'We will forge a future together. And we will be successful.' But he seemed so...tentative. He refused to let Richardson stare him down, and accepted Victor's and Jain's defiance and pride, but he seemed to have a hard time meeting my gaze."

"I'm just reading too much into a comment made by a man I've only talked to maybe a couple of times. Though I will admit that he was there in full dress uniform to see out to a mock combat touched my heart in a way no speech, however pretty it is, has ever done. That he would do us such honor..."

Pausing again, she blinked her eyes, telling herself that the tears were from some dust, not actually getting emotional over something a man she had mixed feelings about had done.

Then continued briskly.

"We definitely need alot of work, I was too cautious, Victor too brash and Jain was out to cook herself. Poor Richardson, I'll admit I'm looking forward to the dressing down we're going to be in for, he sounded like he could teach some interesting vocabulary. Have a feeling it may not be as bad as it could have been since we got damn lucky with knocking down the opposition."

"What amazes me is the fact most of the company were waiting for us at base. Cheering no less. I... didn't react well. And fortunately or unfortunately, Uncle Sledge was right in the forefront and Dad was right in the back. Not surprisingly Dad knew who I was, probably as soon as I got hired onto the company. Uncle Sledge hasn't said anything, but I doubt I've slipped by him either."

"Dad isn't angry and he's proud of me. Then he told me to stop fussing, I'm part of the family wheather I like it or not." She laughed a little. "That's Dad, just wish I hadn't been kept so busy, I wanted to talk to him before this, to tell him. But we'll be able to meet later, and I feel like a huge burden has been taken off my shoulders."

Her chronometer beeped, looking down she cursed softly.

"Debriefing time, this should be interesting. End journal entry."

Hopping to her feet, Lonnie slid the noteputer into it's pocket on her jumpsuit, then she double timed it to the meeting.