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Brank

The man eventually recieved his reply, but it was disappointingly short, and concerning.

`EYES UP`

The message was sent from an anonymous, encrypted location. Had it been the seekers who replied? How could he ever tell? He would most likely have to wait until they arrived.

Hours passed. He was about to give up, when they finally arrived.

There was a quiet tapping at his door, not waiting very long before a second series of knocks sounded through. Whoever was doing the knocking seemed to be anxious, and hurried to get in.

When the door finally came open, standing in front of him was a woman in seemingly normal, civilian clothes. She peeked around and quickly stepped in without asking, shutting the door. She had short brown hair pulled up into a bun and had well-tanned skin accented by emerald green eyes. Her face was freckled and she had a serious look on her face, constantly peering around, seemingly checking for some sort of trap or ambush.

"Are you the one?" she asked in a stale, stern tone.

Brank

Darkstar

She sat in the seat and let out a relieved sigh. She peered at raymon, and pursed her lips.

"You wanted the seekers?" She asked, lifting her hand. Her thumb pressed into her chin, and there was an unnatural click and hiss. An illusion broke, light shimmering as the falsity of clothes and skin fell away into a full suit of black, red, and blue armour, a helmet forming where the facadé of a face was. She pulled the helmet off, and revealed a very similar face to the original, with some minor details changed-- a smaller nose, purple eyes, and much shorter hair. She laid the helmet beside her, and propped her leg up.

"Well, here we are. Im the only operative they were willing to spare. Call me Becca, or 'beck for short.

Brank

Darkstar Becca noted what Raymond had to say, recording it on her helmet's microphone so she could go over it once more later. She took the schematics and uploaded them into her helmet, which could show them to her whenever she needed.

From there she stood up and put her helmet back on, switching to her microphone- which sounded of such a high quality that there was little difference, beyond it sounding like a different woman's voice. From there, her disguise began to filter on once more, back to the fake woman she had appeared as before when she'd first arrived.

"Ready to go?" she asked Petra.

Brank

Darkstar

For their trip, Becca didn't say much to Petra, remaining mostly quiet other than for necessary conversation. Once they arrived on their shuttle, she took a seat and looked towards Petra, before spitting out some fake conversation about something that never happened, making things up to try and blend into the crowd. Her face had a smile on it, but her eyes were still serious looking, and she peered around the room once in a while, trying to gauge who was around them. The info Raymond had sent her continued to flicker inside her hidden, disguised helmet, and she watched the time as the shuttle departed, waiting for it's arrival.

Brank

Darkstar

The first thing she said was a hushed "dont do things like that," then she added on a quiet "pretend like youre a different person than you really are," then shut up, shaking her head and offering an enthusiastic "oh. My. GOD. Yes!" in a hushed tone before continuing their fake conversation.

She took a deep breath in her helmet- which wasnt sent out by her microphone, and winced- her face staying happy in the fake hologram. Her cameras displayed larger images of the officers, and as they got close enough for it to make sense to notice them, her head turned to them with a bright smile and wide eyes.

"Hi there, officers!" she said with confused enthusiasm. "Is there anything you need?"

Darkstar

Brank

Becca smiled softly as they made it into the main city, and pulled Petra along with her as if she was bringing a friend somewhere. She found the nearest motel and checked them in a room with two beds, and had Petra follow her in. She promptly shut the door, checked for cameras, and- once she confirmed there were none- let her disguise fall away. She tossed her helmet onto the bed, and gently grasped Petra's hands.

"You need to get yourself together," she said in a soft voice. "I know youre not a soldier, but youve got to keep your fear in check the best you can, aye?"

She pulled Petra to sit on the bed, and Becca sat on the one opposite of her.

"Practice. Deep breaths, and try to make an expression opposite of your fear. Keep your eyes in check too. A smile, a frown, or neutral- anything but fear, okay?" she instructed, patting the girl's shoulder.

"While you do that, We can wait here until nightfall. Less people to see us while we do what we need to and take a vehicle. Alright?"

Brank

Darkstar

Becca sighed, and looked out the window as well.

"I can't disclose that, or it risks my own safety. Im not UNSC, nor ONI, i can tell you that much. An organization youve never heard of, and likely never will." she stated simply, standing up. "That SUV looks promising, it's been parked all day, and nobody's touched it as far as i can see."

She grabbed anything she had sat down, and let her disguise fall over her again, taking a deep breath as she made her way towards the door.

"Anything you need to do before we go?" she asked, "After this, there's no stopping."

Brank

Becca shifted over into the passenger seat, and scoffed jokingly.

"Im a Pilot, not a driver; you can," she offered, leaning back in the seat and shutting the passenger door. Her hip shimmered as a pistol on her belt was pulled from what before had just looked to be a small coin pouch, the weapon unfolding from a small square and almost melting to shape better to Becca's hands. With a direct wire tap from the back of her 'head' to the console, she swiftly shut down the car's dumb-AI and dash cam, before nodding.

"Whenever you're ready, Petra. Anything that could track us should be offline- and I don't think some random civilian vehicle would have an external physical tracker on it."