Carrie strode after Judas immediately, stopping for no more than two seconds to make Carnivore follow suit.<span style="color: #8040FF">"Yo, Judas! What's the hurry, man?"</span>She steps onto the platform only a few seconds after Judas, lurching as the lift sets into motion in the general direction of 'very high up'.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8040FF">Why do I get the feeling my higher-ups have thrown me to the sharks again?</span></span><br/>She shivered on the lift, not much liking the cold. She turns to Judas, knowing that this lift trip was probably the last quiet moment she'd have for quite some time.<br/><span style="color: #8040FF">"Mind elaborating on the nature of my assignment, boss? I could do with more than sweet F.A. for knowledge about why I'm here."</span><br/>Carnivore surveyed the area, twin-linked machine guns whirring on its left arm. As expected, no targets in sight.