Once Ava stepped into the shower, Nick began to make a last minute check of all of their stuff. When he heard Ava step out of the shower, Nick grabbed the jacket of his uniform and threw it over him. With no need to be formal, he left it open as he picked up his duffle bags and put them over his shoulders before grabbing his two weapon cases as well. It had been a while since he had carried his full loadout into the field, but that could certainly be seen as a good thing. When Ava called that she was ready, Nick moved towards the elevator. "Well, come grab your's and let's get going," Nick said. "Jumper should be waiting on us."<br/><br/>As soon as Ava crossed the threshold into the elevator, Nick sent them down. The basement was open to the air for once. With how many jumpers had been leaving, it made no sense to raise them up when they could simply hover out and then take off. It was much more effiecient to make them do that, for as soon as they were clear, another one would usually be wheeled out in it's place. Aside from the personel taking care of the jumpers, the part of the base was surprisingly empty. There was still scientists and techs here, but the amount of soldiers was quite scarce. They either had more important jobs elsewhere, or they were off base. So, instead of having to weave through the foot traffic, Nick and Ava quickly strolled straight to the jumper. The moment they were both inside, the hatch closed behind them and Nick set his gear down, buckling in to a seat and waiting to take off. He was already tapping on his arm's computer to ensure the last few details of this mobilization would go smoothly by this point, falling into the same zone he had when they went after Baskerville.<br/><br/>The trip took a few hours as they flew and not once did Nick look up from his work, shifting over to sending commands to the forces delegated to him. When the jumper stuttered and stabilized, Nick looked up, unbuckling and -if need be- waking Ava. "Rikkus is pretty laid back and a decent man," Nick said, picking up his gear. "But he's also the kind of man who has had multiple conscripts at the same time. So take that as you will." The hatch lowered and they stepped out into a sight much different than their home base. The first battalion had chosen to take a former government base for itself. The buildings were shorter and the perimeter was nearly out of sight from where they landed near it's runway.<br/><br/>Rikkus was standing there, waiting. He was not as well kept as Nick was, his undershirt untucked in places and his uniform's coat open as well. In his hand was some kind of drink and some shades that hid overly baggy eyes.<br/><br/>"Courvoisier, flight alright?" Rikkus asked casually, extending his empty hand once Nick got close.<br/><br/>"Smooth as they always are," Nick said, setting down one of his cases and shaking the extended hand. "But if it's alright with you, I'd rather drop this all off and then coordinate with the men under me."<br/><br/>"Sure, sure," Rikkus said, gesturing off to some of the civilian looking houses about half a mile away. "One of my men's standing somewhere over there, ready to show you your quarters. And just find whichever hanger your spiders claimed to find the troops you got. Your boys seemed to have gathered em up for you so you wouldn't have to go searching."<br/><br/>With that, Nick nodded and picked up his case. "May want to sober up in time for command's war speech, though," Nick said with a bit of a smirk. Rikkus simply waved that off as Nick continued to walk towards his quarters.