<strong>Name(s): Angela Thompson, Rachel Black, Flower Sunshine, Elena Semanova</strong><br/><strong>Location: Buchel Airbase</strong><br/><strong>Date: March 3rd 2052, 0530</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The captain listens to Rachel's question with a neutral expression, nodding slightly as she mentions insurgents and smugglers. A slight shake of his head as she mentions frames, the American nickname for HARD Suits.<br/><br/>"I understand your concern Miss Black. But in this case our intelligence finds no significant threat in the area to the security of the operation. So no HARD Suits will be available for deployment. We do however have a STARS suit available, a prototype, but operational none the less. You can check it out when you get to Moscow - which incidentally is where all the other vehicles and equipment will be waiting for you. The transport from here to Moscow will be taking a unit of peacekeepers to the Russian capital, you have a new transport all to yourselves that will take you as far as Tsentralny Airport in Omsk. From there its a drive to the projected impact sites." He pauses for a moment, should the suit pilot have any further questions.<br/><br/>"Anything else? Very well, good luck." With that Capt. Taylor calls an end to the briefing and the two groups leave the room, finding their new team members and sergeants. "See ya' back here in a week or so Jimmy!" Shouts the other team leader, a broad grin on his freckled face, his Scottish accent broad. His delight at his counterpart's deployment to the steppes of Siberia at this time of year readily apparent.<br/><br/>"Aye Jock. You can get the bloody beers in next time, ya tight Scottish..." Your team leader, Sgt. Fordham, checks his team of young women and seems to think twice about his next word before continuing, "gentleman." Before smiling back across the room at the ginger haired Scotsman, obviously the two were friends and the banter just that. "Take care mate."<br/><br/>"Right." The tall, well built sergeant says, turning to the frame suit pilot as the others make their way out of the briefing room. "I know you're Rachel Black then. You must be Angela Thompson our interpreter then." Sgt Fordham says to the dark haired, intense looking woman sat in the row behind the other woman. "Let's see what equipment we can snaffle eh?"<br/><br/>The trio make their way to the requisitions depot near the large hangar building, the early morning sun breaking the horizon and bathing the airfield in its cool light. Sgt Fordham enters the building first, holding open the door to let the two women past. Angela is the first to enter the large store house, just as she enters there is a cry in German of "Achtung!", as a forklift truck by the entrance makes a sharp turn to avoid the team. The driver of the truck skids to avoid Angela and Rachel as they try to react to the sudden appearance of the women. While the truck itself misses  them, the pair of large crates it was carrying unbalance and top one tips off the front of the other, striking Angela a glancing blow on the shoulder before smashing onto the warehouse floor. Angela cries out in pain, falling to the floor clutching her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Medic!" Sgt Fordham rushes to Angela's side, telling her to stay still as he tries to check her injuries. The truck driver quickly jumps down from his seat, ashen faced and full of concern. "I didn't see her.. I'm so sorry." His English isn't great, but it is obvious he is shocked by the accident.<br/><br/>Shortly the medical team arrives and after administering painkillers they take Angela to the medical facility to attend to her broken arm. Needless to say she would not be joining the team on the operation. After the dust settles, calls are made to find a replacement and Sgt Fordham is told someone will be joining the team in Moscow.<br/><br/>