Butch was far from a rookie but nevertheless the mission to Cynosure would be her first mission outside the Sol system. After having been trained at Io Mining Station she had then jumped around the outer solar system, serving at various mining operations from the moons of Jupiter to Uranus and even a rescue mission to Charon about a year earlier. Despite her often bratty attitude she took her job seriously even if that often also meant disobeying orders, or as she liked to call it, interpret them rather than following them blindly as so many low ranking officers did for fear of ruining their ambitions to rise through the ranks. It was also this general attitude to orders that had made her one of the most efficient scouts and saboteurs within the organisation and she had no worries about rising through the rank. She could already envision herself as Chief Security Officer before her 30th birthday.<br/><br/>It was also not the first time she worked alongside Ms Herd but it was the first time she reported directly to the woman. She had made a point of taking the seat directly in front of Divinity's most successful problem solver. It gave her a great view of the woman she had coveted since they first met three years earlier but she was unobtainable, or so Butch had thought as their paths usually crossed only during briefings and debriefings before or after missions. This time it would be different. They would be working closer together and there would probably be plenty of occasions when they'd be alone together.<br/><br/>She had been a bit surprised to have been chosen as security specialist for a mission to Cynosure, which was for all intents and purposes the jewel in Divinity's crown. It was still the most expensive mining operation in known space even after having been in operation for as long as it had been. It was also the single most profitable one. She had not asked the reason for this appointment but she figured that if everything had gone to hell in an elevator on Cynosure they needed someone who could<i>interpret </i>orders to give the one who gave them room for plausible deniability.  If things worked out this mission could fast track her up the promotion ladder.<br/><br/>She strapped herself in after having barely listened to Lt Cartwright's introductory speech. She did after all not serve under him so she made a note to address him as Mr, not Lieutenant. The duffel bag strapped in under her seat contained very little more than clean underwear, and a second set of fatigues and boots. The rest of her equipment was packed away in a container that had been sent to Ares 8 in advance. As the countdown to take off began she closed her eyes and prepared for that feeling in her gut as the transport was hurled away from Sigma 6. There were few things she detested more than these transports between stations and the larger ships. Well, there were but none that mattered in that moment.