<strong>Red, WR2, Everyone in attendance from the people to the dust motes and the secret nano-entities lurking within who quietly plot the Singularity</strong><br/><br/>“Well.” Red spoke up as Souxie finished the briefing, raising an appreciative brow. “The wonderful thing about this job is that it never, ever is dull. And, well, you’ve served us up a big ol’ dose of excitement right there and then.” She smiled a little, then glanced at the others in attendance as her brain began to click over the situation. Red had never fought a Rift Monster before, never even seen one either, which meant that right now, she was in for a whole world of surprises.<br/><br/>“So here’s a question.” She continued. “Are we going to be provided with wheels when we get there or are we going to bring them along? And if the former, can I get a heads-up on what we’ll be crawling along in?” As the team’s driver, Red prided herself on being able to handle anything on wheels, but it was always nice to know a little more about what she was getting herself into ahead of time. “Likewise, how are we getting it back to Roswell, and will we be behind the wheel there too?”<br/><br/>Internally she was figuring logistics and what she’d need to bring and wear for the operation; in a situation like this, the environment was as deadly as any demonic hellbeast could be.<em>Of course, we have to get the frozen wasteland. Why couldn’t we get the tropical beach assignment instead?</em><br/>