Nichole was always anxious with things like this, and was already feeling restless as she woke up bright and early in the morning. She had slept like a rock, when she had the chance to sleep but just to get to sleep, she had burned through a book on the North African theater in World War Two to use as a sleeping aid. It worked better then anything else and she managed to wake up feeling rather refreshed, as well as anxious. She fixed herself some cereal and sliced bananas for breakfast, pouring the cheerios into a soy milk. Due to her discontent and anticipation over the inevitable mission this was all she could stomach until she was in the theater she figured.<br/><br/>Once she was there, she'd lose her sense of impending mortality, she knew. That was just how her mind worked. That radical disconnect from reality that she always had when the bullets started flying which allowed her to function, her fighting spirit solely fueled by adrenaline and action. She spent most of her morning double and then triple checking her insurance papers and will and finances, hoping that she hadn't missed any bills and that her auto payments were set up for the foreseeable future, just in case. It proved a useful distraction for her anxiety before battled down the urge to double check her kit that she had packed the night before.<br/><br/>Instead she just picked up her bags, locked the door and headed out to the curb, where a cab was already waiting to take her away. It was one of those automated cabs. The creepy ones that had no physical drivers. They just... drove on their own. It was a bit disarming just looking at the steering wheel move in the empty drivers seat, while another one was affixed to the passenger seat, only to be activated 'just in case.'<br/><br/>Not that she cared. She knew how safe these cabs were and anyways, she was a bit too shaky to drive anyhow, at least in the way she wanted to. Instead, she killed her time caught in rush hour by flipping through her Bible and wondering if she was memorizing the same passages that crusaders did a millenium before over what would be the same land.<br/><br/>"Prepare yourselves for battle and be courageous! Be ready early tomorrow morning to fight these Gentiles who have joined forces to attack us and destroy us and our Temple. It is better for us to die fighting than to stand idly by and watch the destruction of our nation and our Temple. But the Lord will do what he pleases," she started to murmur to herself underbreath, the Southern drawl of her voice only coming out in times like this now.<br/><br/>Half before nine, she was approaching her stop and realized she had to finish up her passage reading. "Our forces were few in number, but they plundered the entire country and routed the heathen forces. They recaptured the Temple famous throughout the world, liberated Jerusalem, and restored the laws that were in danger of being abolished. They were able to do all these things because the Lord was merciful and kind to them." She closed it before exiting the cab of course, pocketing the book as the cab pulled up to the area and stepped out of the vehicle with a deep, reassuring breath.<br/><br/>Hoisting her equipment over her shoulder, she proceeded through the facility and went through the standard screenings and preparations for an overseas deployment, before picking up the rest of her kit and equipment and weapons especially, before finding heading out to the tarmac and seeing, somewhat to her dismay as opposed to her surprise, two of her companions were already waiting for her on the tarmac along with Siouxse herself, who still looked overdressed for the occasion unlike herself. She didn't even bother with make up in general today. After all, it'd be a long flight with a Russian and some other chick. And they were going to a boring ass country filled with conservative and perverse prudish Muslims, as far as she could reckon. What was the point of even making an effort. Seeing Siouxse there was unusual, but her mind was too slow to process whether that was bad. Anyways, it took reading through a good chunk of Maccabees to calm down her anxiousness, so it'd be hard for her to get worked back up anyways from her relaxed state.<br/>