After her enlightening conversation with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Hackett had gone back to her window and gazed down at the flurry of activity dominating the floor below. The Admiral from J-SOC had wandered down there and was talking with several Air Force Colonel's about something, Anna had no intention on staring or prying and scanned the room. Everyone was busy, running about in preparation for the jump which Anna still didn't know when was going to happen, all she could really do was relax and prepare. It could be her last day for months or her life in the United States. Normally, she'd go out to a bar or club with her teammates and drink or something before a jump like this. But she didn't want to go out with strangers, it felt awkward doing a team tradition with complete strangers, not to mention Ashleigh, for all intents and purposes her charge and mission.<br/><br/>Her eyes grew bored of the sight in front of her, everything seemed to be falling into place. Anna had been in this position to know she had a bit of time before the jump off, so she turned around and proceeded towards the table as Ashleigh left. "<strong>Well gents, this sailor is going to hit the range, no point in sitting here and shooting the shit when I should be shooting paper targets...</strong>" Anna smiled as she grabbed her boonie off her chair, fitted it on her head and nodded to the two men. "<strong>See you on the flip side gents..</strong>"<br/><br/>With that, Hackett walked back towards the door and opened it up, stepping out into the hallway and fitting her boonie to her head, adjusting her Nomex jumpsuit and straightening it out. She met several officers on her way down the hallway and saluted to each, her pace quickening as she relished in feeling her M4 back in her hands once again. The hallways were darkly lit just as the briefing room, though the walls were white and the carpeting blue, the dim lighting barely managed to magnify in intensity by a moderate level on the white walls, giving everything a surreal glow, almost like a haze. Anna, even in her jumpsuit, still looked very military. Besides the P228 on her thigh and the boonie cover, the jumpsuit was clearly a military garment. She would likely take a pair of MARPAT battle uniforms just in case, but her vests and webbings would all cover that up, more so for function than anything else. A few months in the same clothes was awkward, at least BDU's were lighter and cooler than the Nomex.<br/><br/>Anna turned a corner and spotted Ashleigh milling about with her shades on, Anna smirked a little as she walked past the young woman. Kind of hard to imagine her as a science geek, Anna had to remember she'd assumed the scientist would be a 40 year old guy with glasses bigger than most of his face and a problem with public speaking, though she was just generalizing to the extreme. If anyone had assumed what she'd look like, buzzed hair and a tattoo on her neck would be the most likely. Of course they didn't know about the one on her lower back. Anna paused as she stopped at the stairs leading down to the doors she'd entered earlier. Instinctively, Anna turned around and looked across the hall at the scientist. "<strong>Lost?</strong>" Anna piped up, her curiousity piqued though she knew this base as little as everyone, she'd had a guide the whole time.