<div class="floatright">(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Facility, 4pm</span></strong><br/><br/>Cali listened quietly as the mission was laid out and tried to keep her expression neutral. The adept was practiced at biting her tongue, not least because she tended to think of the questions no one wanted to hear, let alone answer, but this briefing was testing her resolve. No plan survived contact with the enemy and yet, here they were, assuming this was going to be the archetypal 'milk run'.<br/><br/>"<em>In and out, like the wind. Yeah... sure!</em>"<br/><br/>With an effort of will, the adept consciously took hold of her anxieties, forcing them down and wrapping them in layers of self-control. She breathed out slowly, enjoying the sensation as tension flowed from her muscles.<br/><br/>"<em>Give up all concerns. Allow the multitude to rest.</em>"<br/><br/>She slipped from her chair, taking her time and stretching, before following along with her team-mates as they left the briefing room. Her mind was still racing, reviewing the information she had been given. The plan was a good one, and this team was the one to get it done, no matter how hard the suits might be trying to jinx them. It wouldn't take long to get her gear together and, that was going to give Cali a lot of time to kill.<br/><br/>"Anything I can help anyone with?" she wondered.