Savannah listened to M’s explanation in solemn silence. The death of a double-oh agent was a serious business, but it came with the job. Savannah knew that, and while it wasn’t exactly a shock, it was still a sombre occasion.<br/><br/>Rising from her chair, she moved with cat-like grace to the map spread out on the table, and one gloved finger dropped to rest on the black dot that indicated Werchojansk. Measuring the distance between it and Ust-Jansk, her brows rose slightly. It was a great deal of distance to cover, but with three agents working together, perhaps it wouldn’t be so difficult.<br/><br/>The question from Agent Mills had her glancing over at him, annoyance flaring briefly inside her before dissipating. It was a valid question, she supposed, especially with the importance of the mission, but Savannah was too excited about the prospect of a mission to question M’s decision about his choice of agents.<br/><br/>“It’s quite a distance to cover, M,” she said, turning her gaze back to the map, “What equipment will we be provided with?”<br/>