<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/c0a1bf1a-e351-4fb9-b9ce-565c7c010059_zps8873b314.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ranna Krannok<br/><strong>Mech:</strong>HCT-6D Hatchetman<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outreach/Dragoon Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Erich<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As soon as the main entrance to the Dragoon Tower was out of sight along with Erich, Ranna told the taxi driver to stop, dropping him the fare he just lost as she stepped from the vehicle.  Jotting a note on a piece of paper from the log book she kept in her jacket pocket, she nonchalantly strolled up to one of the side entrances to the main Dragoon buildings.  The young guard standing near the door caught her eye and straightened up as she approached.  "Specialist Wilkinson right?"  The surprise on the guards face was obvious as his recognition kicked in as Ranna drew closer.<br/><br/>"Yes Ma'am.  You're Lieutenant Krannok.  What can I do for you?"  Ranna smiled, glad to see she had not been forgotten since she left.  Stepping closer she produced the small piece of folded paper.  "I need you deliver this to Captain Kerensky.  Delivery it to her personally.  Do not give it to anyone else and do not tell anyone what you are doing.  It's a matter of utter importance that she receive this.  Do you understand.?"  The young specialist nodded with a smile as he took the piece of paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket.<br/><br/>"Yes Ma'am, I'll see to it right away.  It's good to see you again."  With a quick salute the young man disappeared inside his guard station which held a door that lead into the building.  Ranna smiled as she turned back down the alleyway.  She knew she was going against Erich's direction, but she needed to get a feel for what was going on before things got worse.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An hour had past since Ranna left the note with her friendly guard.  She stared entranced at the large glass of ale sitting on the table in front of her.  The dark bar with it's dark wood furniture did little to brighten her mood, but this was the perfect place to have a discussion like this.  No one paid her any mind, and the booth she had found was far enough away to keep track of prying ears.  The door opened slowly, letting the neon of the city's nightlife spill in for a moment.  The tall silhouette of a strongly build mature woman filled the doorway until the light was cut off by the door.  Only the trademark radiant red hair could be distinguished in the light of the bar as she approached.  "Hey Little cat.  I have to say I didn't expect to hear from you for a long time.  Your note was quite a surprise."<br/><br/>The hard chiseled face of Natasha Kerensky stared down at Ranna with a look of admiration, almost that of motherly pride, if Natasha was capable of such an emotion.  Sitting at the table as the bartender placed a second glass of ale infront of the older woman then walked away, Natasha pulled the glass between her arms as she leaned in towards Ranna.  "Word around the tower is you and your new friends almost beat Karnov at his own game."<br/><br/>Ranna's eyes shot to Natasha's at the mention of Karnov.  "Almost??  What the hell was Karnov playing at?"  Natasha took a long swig of her ale, her eyes searching the murky glass window along the front wall of the bar.  No clear images could be seen looking out and the small amount of light that broke through kept the inside well hidden.  "You're smarter than that Little cat.  Just know that Wolf and the rest of his followers are looking for something specific from your new found friend and they don't care about your broken little unit."  Natasha leaned in further, pulling Ranna in with her eyes, fiery red locks slipping down across her face.  "Be careful Little cat.  Things have changed a lot since Jaime took over Outreach.  You're not the only one who has taken issue with many of the changes, and you aren't the only one to leave.  Your only advantage is that Jaime always favored you, so as long as you stay out of his way, you're little unit is safe."<br/><br/>Sitting back in the seat, Ranna considered Natasha's words.  The older lady had always been a friend and mentor since the days of being scooped up as an orphan on Coventry.  Those who saw the two women together always swore they were mother and daughter, even when no blood relation existed.  Natasha had never lied to Ranna and always found a way to guide her without too many kicks to the head.  Ranna had taken her fair share of licks from Natasha and always found a valuable lesson in the woman's beatings.  Maybe she was growing more mature, but she was starting to realize Natasha's lesson's without the bruises.  "Please don't tell me that Jaime's got the MRB in his pocket.  That would be the only reason why Anton didn't show any concern about the way our meeting ended."  Ranna ran her hand through her hair, looking over Natasha's shoulder.  "Just great!!  And we thought we had problems before this."<br/><br/>Natasha reached across the table to lightly touch Ranna's arm.  "I hear you have a cushy little assignment to guard some ComStar HPG away from the front.  Enjoy the time and keep your head down.  There are things in motion that you can't stop, and trying to interfere with Jaime and the Dragoons over something like this isn't worth it."  A large friendly grew across Natasha's face as a prideful look filled her eyes.  "I hear you kicked some serious Capy ass on Betelguese.  I taught you well.  Hopefully well enough to know when to keep your head down.  I'm actually glad you contacted me.  You likely won't see me again after today, and I need you to know how proud I am of you."<br/><br/>Ranna looked up again as Natasha threw back her ale and stood.  "What do you mean?  Where.....?"  Natasha's body language stopped Ranna mid sentence.  She knew there were times getting an explanation from Natasha was pointless.  "Just be careful Little Cat, and whatever you do, don't trust ComStar or your boss Perkins, he's not what you think he is."  With one last smile, Natasha's gaze hung for a moment as if searing Ranna's image into her mind before she turned and walked out the door of the bar.  Ranna slumped back in her seat, attempting to digest everything she said.