<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">TIME LAPSE - DAY OF MISSION, GROUP I - LOCATION: Black Hearts Complex Airfield</span></div><br/><br/><br/>Palm fronds swayed lazily in the breeze that caressed the tarmac, alleviating some of the typical humidity that was often prevalent during this time of year in Florida. Already, everything seemed white in the glare of the morning sun. The Chinook stood as a still sentinel almost right in the middle of the tarmac, an OD green blob, marring the blinding white. At the moment, some crew members were working to navigate a jalopy looking pick up truck that had DATSUN fading on its rusted tail gate. There was a .50 caliber machine gun weld-mounted to the roof and a hole cut in the top for a gunner to stand up in. Yessiree, the eyesore was tantamount to the state-of-the-art equipment they always went with whenever they ventured to the side of the world they were going to. That impressive piece of shit would fit right in.<br/><br/>But she didn't. Normally, when teams left for missions, they usually saw no hide nor hair of the intelligence officer, as she was often in the office ensuring every piece of information was up to date and nothing had changed. The only time she ever stood out on the tarmac like she was doing now, in neat dark blue capris a flowing pink blouse with the top-two buttons unfastened though not really revealing anything significant, and a folded white bandana fastened atop her head to keep her hair back out of her face, was when something had changed. And change usually meant bad, only on occasion did it mean good. She had a perpetual frown on her lips which bore pink, shimmery lipstick and her eyes were impossible to see due to the large pair of stunner shades she wore, always completing her rockabilly style down to the minutest and most worthless detail. Archduke Ferdinand sat on his haunches at her side, panting idly and looking like he couldn't wait to get back inside, though it was hard to see his eyes for the dark canine glare glasses he had over his own big brown eyes.<br/><br/>It was 9 o'clock AM. any moment now the members of team one would begin filtering in, sans one, and she would have to debrief them on the lovely change that was hitting them 14 hours before they hit dirt in Tunisia.