Rebekah Graham<br/><br/>The surge of warmth, the perceived slowing of time, the memory that wasn't as it was...  Rebekah shook her head, having to work at bringing her attention and focus back to the present and the soldier leading them out of the decon chamber.<br/><br/>She followed along, listening to the man speak of the "augurs".  She was angry.  No one should have gone on this mission without being informed that there were risks above and beyond what they could reasonably expect.  Even if the nature if the risk was classified they could have been warned that there were additional dangers.<br/><br/>Rebekah didn't blame the soldiers; they weren't the power behind this trip.  At least they seemed to have been kept in the loop to some extent but their losses told her they weren't really equipped for what happened.<br/><br/>As they walked past the monitors the warning message seemed to blink out for a second and become something more threatening. But only for a second.  She almost asked if anyone else had seen it, but they were already walking ahead, passing the window to where the other people were.  She was glad they'd survived.<br/><br/>They continued towards the door labelled CIC.  Rebekah pulled out her MONA when it buzzed and glanced at it.  She frowned at the new image.  Who was sending these and what the hell did it all mean?