<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Mersa Matruh<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"Don't black out on me<em>hero</em>," Agent Brand then said with a light cough as she reached out, grabbing one of his forearms while her other hand reached for her pistol, just in case. Truth was, she was feeling rather drained and disoriented from the experience, but spending a lifetime doing deep space operations helped her cope a bit more then perhaps another traveler could've on the Nightcrawler express. Leading him to the nearest garbage bin, she waved away at the persistent flies futilely for a moment before leaving Nightcrawler there to recover as she looked around, finally allowing herself to grimace in discomfort from the trip itself.<br/><br/>Shaking off the cobwebs by running and jumping in place a bit, she finally shook her head before glancing at her SWORD communicator and realizing it was beeping inexplicably. Gun in one hand, she glanced down at her communicator and realized it couldn't be a coincidence. "Ready to move when you are," she said gruffly, taking note of the line of beachside resort hotels, all of which seemed to be mostly empty now if not completely abandoned. In fact it was exceptionally quiet as she wondered if the entire town had been evacuated... or culled. It was a pity, she realized, that she couldn't bring heavier firepower. But that could be rectified shortly.<br/><br/>Glancing at the pool, she realized it had some dust and dirt and dead flies in it, but the past few days had been easy on the resort. It looked like the worldwide devastation had somewhat overlooked these budget level (by Western standards) hotels and hopefully the town at large. Also there were very little immediate sights of battle or struggle, or anybody, which Abigail actually took as a good sign. "I think the safe house is nearby, my communicator is beeping and this place is a dead zone," she said, walking the perimeter of the swimming area to get attentuated to the beeping of her communicator before finally turning to Nightcrawler. "It's South of us," she then said, her ears perking up to the tempo of the beeps. "Which is good. There's a military airfield connected to the airport here which is Southwest of us. We're going to head there, make contact with any friendly forces if there are any or at least procure transport and supplies, then proceed to the safe house," she said, rattling off their itinerary when she started to make a move towards the hotel gate, when... almost as an afterthought, she glanced back at Nightcrawler.<br/><br/>"And good work," she said with a gruff nod before moving out.