Jen took a moment to assimilate that she had the job. The success bonus seemed high, but she tried not to put the amount in context with the danger of the mission. The man looked tough, competent. The red bandana seemed to call out to her to stare at it and what it concealed. Had he lost an eye? Been injured? In her anxiety not to be caught staring, she turned to the woman named Dawn. She had a more approachable appearance.<br/><br/>Glancing briefly at Corbin again, the man who had earlier asked if she and Dawn were lost, she wondered what his specialty was, what skills he brought to the table. She then spoke to Dawn. “I’m Jen. I guess the three of us will be on this mission together. My area of expertise is more technical than anything. If there’s some sort of mechanical breakdown stopping the trucks from coming, I’m hoping I’ll be able to spot it and evaluate whether it’s fixable. She then turned to Corbin. “I thought the three of us might consider dinner together. We could touch base on our areas of expertise and plan out our mission. We might even want to do some research or figure out if there are questions we should be asking.<br/><br/>Jen didn’t know if they’d be able to succeed in the mission. But from her years being personal assistant to Lane Rivers, she had a reasonable idea of how to break down a job or project into its component parts.<br/>