Allowing his eyes to flick over his comrades for the mission, Genesis smiled. He liked Vanessa well enough - though he had never worked too closely with Acacia before. Unzipping his gear bag, he retrieved a combat knife and a cartridge pistol, and a small plasma handgun. The knife and handgun were stowed in his waistband and the pistol in one of the hidden inner pockets of the jacket. As he loaded his gear and, reluctantly, Isabella into the car, he murmured an apology to the gun. "I won't leave you for too long. Promise."

Straightening, he fumbled with the tie, which hung in an awkward way around his neck, tied somewhat lopsided. He froze momentarily as Jason made a remark about his clothing and Genesis smiled guiltily.

"Does this mean I get your quarters, next?"

His guilty smile curled into a grin and he turned to the other infiltrators. They were also storing their gear, Vanessa in possession of the keys. Clearly, she would be driving.

"Back seat, please. If we wreck, less chance of me going flying through a window." He said, giving a slight shrug and boarding the ship.

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Acacia stood by as Jason handed Mare the keys to his precious red sports car. She would've loved the chance to make that baby purr. She also would've liked to drive the car. Perhaps another time. Acacia had mixed feelings about the members of the infiltration squad, neither of which she had worked with for any significant span. Mare appeared competent, unfortunately that's all she could say. Genesis seemed rather eccentric as he named and talks to his rifle. She didn't know whether he was crazy or just plain nuts. And they were both scouts, appropriate for this kind of task, but if things went south she wasn't confident of their abilities.

Jason's little sports car didn't have much trunk space for Isabella and Acacia's rocket launcher, not to mention her chainsword. They were forced to store some items in the backseats of the car which aren't roomy to begin with. And with Mare driving, that only left one free seat. Genesis and Acacia would have to share, and unless Genesis wanted to be crushed by Acacia's 6'3" amazonian frame, he'd have to sit on her lap. She didn't mind too much. The Order of Roses encouraged bonding* between sisters, sharing a seat was not a strange concept to her.

Traditionally before a battle the sisters would join in song to inform Lobella a sister may be joining her in heaven. But since she is alone, the last standing sister of the old regime, she just sort of hummed to herself in a corner. When everyone was ready she took a seat on the passenger side and waited for Genesis. "Try not to squirm too much, you might arm one of the blast charges in my pocket."

"Back...seat?" He canted his head to the side and stared into the crowded car.

Everyone else was seeing to their own tasks and prepping to leave. No one seemed to notice his increasing amount of distress. Where was he going to sit? He supposed he could burrow under all of the equipment in the back. Curl up in the trunk, perhaps? He peered into the car once more. Vanessa had already taken a seat at the wheel, looking eager to get going. Acacia was humming to herself as she approached the vehicle. She sat down in the passenger's seat.

Genesis stared harder into the car.

"Uhm..."

Acacia made a vague motion at him. Blast charges? Did...did she want him to sit on her lap?

"I, uhm..." He moved his gaze from Vanessa to Acacia, then to the crowded back seat.

Staring for another moment, Genesis took a hesitant step toward the car. He was not great with close quarters - even less so with physical contact as it was not something he was overly accustomed to -- especially not with people he'd not been around for long. Taking another step forward, he lifted a foot up onto the edge of the car and paused, his dark eyes darting around, as it seeking an escape route.

Stifling a whimper, he ducked his head slightly and slid into the car, seating himself awkwardly on her lap. Did "squirming" include trembling? She was warm and sitting close enough to someone to feel their body heat was bizarre.

This was, easily, the closest he'd been to another being in years and he was obviously uncomfortable. He was also turning a rather brilliant shade of red, particularly on the tips of his ears.

"U-uhm..." He paused, trying to find words. The usual lilt had left his voice, leaving him with a slight tremor. "S-so... This a long drive?" He sat with his legs tightly together, his hands clinging to his knees, head down. "What if...we, ah...wreck? Wouldn't this be bad?"

Vanessa took the keys from Ace, a slightly playful smile on her face considering that she wasn't the greatest driver. "No guarantees it comes back spotless," she said in a what could be considered almost flippant manner, and pulled open the door to Ace's dazzling red car. She slid into the front seat, leaving Genesis and Heretic to battle over the passenger side. She appraised their clothing with a smidgen of embarrassment, seeing as they were all dressed to impress while Vanessa had donned a casual jacket and tank top.

Oh well. No use dwelling on trivial matters like what goddamn clothes she was wearing. Vanessa also noticed Heretic had on makeup, and she envied her ability to wield a mascara wand just as efficiently as a gun. Guns seemed so much easier, in Vanessa's opinion. What guns boiled down to was "pull the trigger". Mascara wands...they were delicate little instruments made for applying mascara to teeny-tiny eyelashes. Yes. Much more difficult to handle than a gun.

All the equipment was taking up quite a bit of space in the car, and she laughed, though not unkindly, at Genesis's predicament. "Hopefully it won't be too long of a drive," she said. "Though, I'm really not sure. And if we wreck....I can't say that it won't happen, because there's a small-mind you, a very, very small-chance that it might happen," Vanessa told him, a crooked grin on her face.

Aaron had arrived before many of the other crew members wearing his black cloth-like carbon fiber suit with medical scanners attached to the underside of the wrist(so he could keep track of everyone near him during missions) and various first-aid and medical supplies in a pack strapped to his back. Other than his small ion gun (which also served medical purposes, ironically), he carried little in the way of actual combat. He was sure the others in the assault team would come armed to the teeth and complaining they didn't have room for more, but that was all for the better. He was still inexplicably nervous about going into this mission.

He had stood towards beside the entry and watched the others come in one by one. Each one he stopped by the door and asked to scan their vitals quickly, as was his tradition. He noticed Acacia's makeup and briefly wondered what a Hissho would look like wearing makeup. Not very good, he thought with a little shiver at the imagery. He almost laughed when he noticed that Gideon had stolen the clothes he'd seen Jason wear a few times, and was he was once again thankful he had been placed in assault.

Aaron joined those in the ship after he had scanned everyone and all the others had gathered up. "Does anyone have any injuries I should know about? If so, tell me now."

"Hey, aren't you the medic guy?" Jacob turned on his comms. "We're leaving now. Yeah, I might have difficulty with the right ankle. Wrecked it permanently during Sarion a few months back. I can still move it, but can't sprint. Is that a problem?"

[Activating thrusters...]
[Thrusters activated.]
[Activating afterburners...]
[Afterburners activated.]
[Altitude currently 50,000 feet.]
[Warning! Warning! If altitude exceeds 100,000 feet, structural integrity will be compromised!]
[Altitude at 40,000 feet.]
"Computer, do a barrel roll."
"WOAH WOAH WOAH! I didn't mean it!"
[Think before you act, Acrobat. Would you like some music with the journey?]
"Indeed, computer."
[Analyzing Acrobat's preferred music genre...]
[Title: Wild Xenocats. Artist: Purple Dercarrots. Album: Futurama.]
"Aww yeah."
[Initializing sound file...]
[Sound file not able to initiate, insufficient WiFi.]
"Remind me to tweak your SpaceNet settings later, Computer."
[Of course, Acrobat.]
[Destination reached.]

Ogre had settled in his usual spot on the Fang before take off, after being scanned by Aaron. Ogre sat there with his pistol in one one hand and his chainaxe in the other. He watched the rest of the team climb onboard the ship and it wasn't too long before they set off to the targets. Ogre was really looking foward to the mission. He hasn't had a good fight in days now and it started to make him hungry for battle. Does Ogre live off fighting? Of course, but that's the way it had to be if he had any hope of surviving in this universe.

The Lucky Devil Casino stood high in the sky of Paylia IV. It was by far the highest building in the area at a massive 250 stories tall. From the outside it looked nothing more than an extravagant Hotel/Casino for the wealthy to spend their unearned wealth. "Alright Acrobat enough with the funny stuff. We don't know how long until the Infiltration team will give us the go so set up to cruse and activate stealth systems. Everyone else prepare to move on Chimera's go." Jason said doing a final check on his equipment.

Inside the Casino everything was as expected. various drunk people stumbling around wasting away their money.Others wasting their lives away feeding their addiction, and of course the security guards dressed in pressed black suits blatantly showing their sidearms.

Meanwhile Somewhere in the top floors

The Four Horsemen sit around a holo table. A Holo of the Planet sits on the table the holo is decorated in three separate colors, Blue, Red, and Yellow.

"So gentlemen as you can see our forces now control over 45% of the planet, and we are steadily pushing back the government control. As for our rival gangs they only control about 10% of the planet, and they aren't of any real concern melting under or forces when we come across them. If we continue to progress at this rate then we shall control the planet in three standard weeks." Conquest said to his partners with a smug grin.

Jacob had always been fascinated by the city. He had been born and bred a country boy, so high-rise neon-blue metal skyscrapers always fascinated him. If this wasn't an op, he would have easily wandered inside one of the deluxe malls the city had to offer. But now, he had a job to do.
"Alright, sir. Infiltration team's en route to the Casino. Meanwhile, I'm going to activate the invisibility cloak until it's time for the assault team to drop. Chimera will give me the green light to strafe when needed. Is there anything else I need to do, sir?"

Vanessa stared out the window at the looming skyscrapers that were coming into view. She gazed out at the towering buildings in awe. They were completely different from the spaceship she'd grown up in, or the little rundown huts she'd seen on some of the planets where the ship had occasionally touched down. A rude honking sound brought her back to reality, and she glanced guiltily at Heretic and Genesis squished awkwardly in the seat beside her. "S-sorry about that," she stammered out apologetically. Taking a breath, she re-focused her attention on the road before her.

As she clumsily maneuvered the car through the twisting streets of some city that she hadn't bothered to remember the name of, Vanessa surveyed the two other passengers. Heretic was as calm and as taciturn as usual, and Genesis was unusually quiet for the time being. Vanessa briefly thought of 'Isabella' sitting in the trunk and the side of her lip twitched, threatening to break into a grin.

Finally, finally, she reached the casino. Vanessa took a moment to gape up at the humongous building, and she shuddered, thinking of the Four Horsemen who were supposedly plotting away somewhere in the skyscraper. Snapping back to the situation at hand, she drove the car into the parking garage, and found the closest spot as she could to the exit-which wasn't very near the exit anyway. The garage was packed.

When Vanessa pulled the keys out of the ignition, she leaned back and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank a deity of your choice that's over with," she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes for a second, then reopening them.

"So, guys," she said, eyeing Heretic and Genesis, knowing that they'd be grateful to untangle themselves from each other. "Was my driving terrible, or was it terrible?"