<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>If Kari had any remaining illusions about how much work was involved in running the unit, Damien had thoroughly shattered them in the last two weeks. The pair of them had worked hard on the administrative side of the unit, pouring over books until all hours each night while trying to find every last scrap of cash or other resources that they could scrounge up in order to give the unit anything to work with.<br/><br/>That work had been a part of the whole picture as the pair of them had also worked to purchase supplies and equipment for the unit. And even that was only preliminary, seeing as it was just enough to cover what they had. They’d need to assemble a shopping list based on what they found and who they recruited, which was a risk in and of itself. In the last two weeks, Kari figured that she had learned more through practice then she ever could through theory, and even then there was that feeling of having only started.<br/><br/>Each days’ work had ended with her simply collapsing, only to be up bright and early the next morning, fresh, clean and ready to go. It was vital for her to do such, to look her best and project that confident, controlled attitude that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing and that the unit could pull through. She was the commander now, and everyone was looking to her. She had to look her best, no matter how she felt.<br/><br/>In some ways, the meetings with Allia and Damien were a relief, simply because they gave her the liberty to be natural and relax for a moment. That was clear as she entered the room all but slumping into the seat as she did. After a moment she sat up, looking over the pair of them. “So,” she began, forcing a smile for a moment. “How are we going? I’d like to start with the hires if possible, just get an idea of where our final ten are going and how they look”<br/>