Less talking, more fighting!

[Toni Craft]

[[Eh, I wanted to start this off and I have no idea who's on this team. I've put in the ones that I know will be on it, but if you wanna join, let me know and I'll edit you in.]]


Thanks to Vanisher, they were able to be transported to just over half a mile from the defence perimeter, their target. They’d have been dropped off closer, but there was too much of a risk that they’d be detected before they could start their diversion. They had fifteen minutes before Warren’s team would come swooping in for the main attack.

The plan was pretty simple, as it usually was for her team.

Get in. Smash stuff. Get out.

That was Toni’s specialty and it was also something that her other team mates excelled at.

Her team consisted of herself and five others. Any more and she’d have a hell of a time keeping track of them all. A little voice tugged at the back of her mind, reminding her that three of those four people were some very important men in her life, two of whom had miraculously appeared from the past when their present counterparts had died years ago. And she was also working with younger self, something she’d been hesitant about, but had reluctantly agreed. Toni, no matter her age, was powerful and determined when given a task, and she knew her younger self could be trusted. The only disadvantage that ‘mini-Toni’ (as she had been dubbed around the base) had was that she was no where near as strong as she would eventually be. To avoid confusion, mini-Toni was keeping her normal codename, but the older Toni would be taking on the name Ferrous.

“Alright, listen up. Titan and Werewolf, you’re going ahead as scouts. If you spot anything that doesn’t belong—and I mean anything, I don’t care if it’s a bloody butterfly—you let me know. Do not engage anyone without my consent.” [/b]She turns the rest of her team. “Rockslide, you bring up the rear. Warhead, as soon as we reach the perimeter, you’re gonna blow off a giant chunk of the perimeter.” Matthew blinks.

“I am?” Toni had to remind herself that this Matthew was still learning to control his abilities and hadn’t tried to perform such…specific…tasks. She’d foolishly forgotten that, but if it was going to be a problem, then she’d deal with it when they reached the perimeter.

“Yeah, you are. S’simple stuff compared to what you used to do. And don’t worry about radiation poisoning; we’ve got supped up rad-kits back at the base.” Toni looks back at the rest of her team. “Personal safety is key here folks. We’re probably going to be heading in against a couple of Class 2 defence teams—“ She pauses, noting the blank looks she gets from Matthew and mini-Toni. “Big guys, big guns, maybe a sentinel or two, and Cure grenades flyin’ like bats outta hell.”

“Oh my poor creative and random statements. I’ll miss you when I get old.” Mini-Toni moans, earning a quick glare from her older self.

“If it gets hot, we get out. No one takes risks they can’t handle, especially not when the whole fuckin’ space-time continuum might implode. Got it?” She looks for the nods before gazing to where the lights from the camp can be seen in the distance. “Alright, let’s move.” Elliot, let Warr know what we’re on the move. Got it boss.

[Jack Russell]

A gust of dry wind whips at Jack's face, a mingling mix of determination and hesitation crawling across his expression. The air smells tense, thick, and he eyes the rest of his team members almost warily. He's had only a taste of what any of them could do, and protecting their weaknesses seemed unlikely at this point, as did the protection of his own.

Alright, listen up. Titan and Werewolf, you’re going ahead as scouts. If you spot anything that doesn’t belong—and I mean anything, I don’t care if it’s a bloody butterfly—you let me know. Do not engage anyone without my consent.

Jack nods gravely, looking away sharply as Greg gives him a particularly warning glare across the small, gathered circle. He still doesn't understand why the guy has a seething hatred for him, although it may have something to do with being a reappearing, undead version of himself. It had struck him a few times to ask what his problem was, but how to start that conversation had never been accounted for.

Toni plows on with the mission objectives, each specific member given a task of their own. The mission doesn't appear daunting just yet, but Jack knows better than to make such a forward judgement. If it gets hot, we get out. No one takes risks they can’t handle, especially not when the whole fuckin’ space-time continuum might implode. Got it? He nods again, avoiding Greg's penetrating gaze and looking off into the distance, judging the distance from his current spot to the camp, mentally trying to figure out how much ground he'd have to cover and how quickly. Alright, let’s move.

Before he can shift, Greg has already started off, breaking away from the group and picking up speed at an alarming rate. Giving a curious glance around the group, Jack clears his throat, a low, groaning crunch announcing his shift. His body shifts and realigns in a mere second as he drops to his fours. Slinking around the rest of the group, ears high and alert, he takes off close after his future son, pausing only once to inspect a suspicious patch of ground that Greg had passed right over.

He catches up quickly with Greg as far as covered ground goes, darting past him and veering off to a separate area. A sharp, muttered growl follows him as Jack puts more ground between Greg and himself. "Stay out of my way!" It's a warning, not a threat.

Ignoring the hostility in his tone, Jack pours all his focus and frustration into inspecting the area. Their unsolved differences couldn't interfere with the mission; he'd never forgive himself if someone was carelessly lost in light of a match of brute strength.

So far so good he notes. Don't worry about Greg, Jack--he'll do his thing. Elliot's sudden intrusion almost jolts Jack from pushing his top velocity. Oh uh.. thanks? Silence is the answer in his head, but he doesn't wait long for a reply. She's got her job and he has his.