05-22-2017, 09:57 PM
Time: 20:54 ST, 22/05/825 A.S.
The small PDA lights up in brilliant blue with a new notification, echoing in the hangar with a dormant Avenger. Whitaker quickly drags it out of her pocket to view the notification - it was the main point of communication for their group when they were on missions and away from transmission range. She taps the password and white text begins to pour into the screen; She finally received the co-ordinates of where the headquarters were stationed. She only needed to bring the person that wanted to see the Admiral right to the heart of the battlegroup, A breath of fresh air is what this mission would have been, compared to the usual reconnaissance missions, if that person wasn't already detestable.
With a sigh, she began to walk towards the Freeport's canteen, hoping to just find and drag the guy out of there quickly. She didn't really see him in person yet, and neither did she want to. So, she took every precaution to delay it as far as she could, going as far as just waiting in the hangar near her trusty ship. Unfortunately, by now, all of those excuses lost their weight.
Brushing her hair to the side, she enters the canteen, scanning for the Lane Hacker.
With a sigh, she began to walk towards the Freeport's canteen, hoping to just find and drag the guy out of there quickly. She didn't really see him in person yet, and neither did she want to. So, she took every precaution to delay it as far as she could, going as far as just waiting in the hangar near her trusty ship. Unfortunately, by now, all of those excuses lost their weight.
Brushing her hair to the side, she enters the canteen, scanning for the Lane Hacker.