[color=00a651][center]Gren Orchid[/center][/color]

Gren, initially, was somewhat amused by Shiro's enthusiasm. It was charming in his own way. The charm quickly diminished however when he tried to direct his joy towards Sapphire. It didn't require a lot of thought to know that Sapphire didn't like Shiro. Frankly, Gren had a feeling she didn't like any of them. But fine with Gren; he was a faunas. Being hated for petty reasons was just part of life. And yet, it wasn't just petty spite that fueled Sapphire's words. Gren understood her anger. 

Shiro needed help. A lot of it. His own semblanced was cursed to make sure he'd repeat his mistakes. Gren wanted to do something about it, but he was cowardly. He didn't want to force Shiro to do something that even Gren regrets. But as it stands, Shiro was a liability. He liked his faunas partner, but he was legitimately at fault here. His rash and carefree nature cost Sapphire her weapons, and could very well cost them all their lives. While Gren doesn't approve of Sapphire's callous attitude towards the group, even Gren understands that Shiro needs to have more self-control. The only thing is that Gren doesn't expect Sapphire to even bother to fix this glaring mistake herself. As far as Gren figured, Sapphire only sees Shiro, Gren, and Abel like tools. She may know how to use their weapons, but she has no idea how to use the ones holding the weapons. They weren't objects or machines who followed orders to the letter. They were smarter than that, but also independent. And that was going to be Sapphire's downfall if she can't figure out a better way to control them other than "Because she's the leader".

But this was something that they'd need to deal with after the mission. Thanks to the outburst Gren doubts that any of his other allies would be interacting with each other much. That's fine, as this would give him an opportunity to talk to them individually and try to keep them together long enough to survive. The ride was silent. The absence of noise was a heavy burden to bear. But soon the group was dropped off on the isolated island, and the party acted quickly. Shiro chose to scout ahead on his own accord, and Abel followed shortly after. They both seemed to want to get away from Sapphire as soon as possible. Despite the rough start, Gren let out a smirk as equipped his helmet. He held The God Eater in it's Destruction Form and turned his head towards Sapphire.

[color=00a651]"Your orders?"[/color]

[center]Convoy Escort[/center]

Once Team MODA gathered their members together onto the [i]Unsubtle[/i], they quickly departed to the rendezvous site. They could see their destination as three large large unmarked semi-trucks appeared in the distance. Although the trucks had no brands or markings, their high-quality parts and clean hull made it obvious that these trucks were owned by someone who could afford to make even a plain delivery truck look it's best. A group of men and women were standing around waiting for Team MODA, each with a pistol holstered on their belts. The only one without a weapon was dressed more formally than the others, with all white slacks, button shirt, and the Schnee Dust Company logo emblazoned on his breast pocket. He was bald and clean shaven, but rather portly. He looked like a fat, sweaty plantation owner. He showed mild surprised when Team MODA arrived on a tank of all things, but his surprise quickly faded as he went to meet the students.

[b]"Howdy, young hunters. I'm glad that Beacon has offered their best and brightest to up us today. I am a representative of the Schnee Dust Company, but you can call me Rice! Kek ke ke ke!"[/b]

Rice laughs heartily, though the other truck drivers seemed annoyed when he did so. They got into their trucks and started up their engines as Rice stayed back to explain their situation.

[b]"Righto! Well than, we're heading to the settlement named Camp Quartz. It's a prospecting camp that the Schnee company thinks got lots of dust near by, but they've recently hit a patch of thick rock. Took all their blasting dust to break through, and when they did, they only found a second layer! Normally it's not much of a problem, but as you know all of our convoy's have been getting hit before they could arrive. The problem is, we don't even know what's attacking them. The road between here and Camp Quartz is a fairly clear one. Nothing much but a dirt roads, tall grass, and a couple of large quartz. And yet we can't even send scouts to find anything remaining! Just about all of them disappear like the convoys, and the ones who come back never go too far. If this keeps up the Schnee company is going to need to try to send the supplies by air, but we can't even ensure that's going to be safe, what with Camp Quartz being located so far away from a Schnee Airfield. Now, the only real hints of what might be the cause of these attacks is this."[/b]

Digging through his pockets Rice takes out his SCROLL and lets Team MODA hear a recording. There wasn't much but the sound of heavy static, though if they listen carefully they could hear the shouting of the convoy drivers trying in vain to radio in what was attacking them. The only noteworthy noises that were not screams of terror and pain where the words "Eating" and "Swarms". It ends with a heavy buzzing before Rice pockets his SCROLL.

[b]"And that's the best we could get. We reckon a bunch of nasty grimm monsters have some how managed to overwhelm the convoys, so when they show up we need your help in dealing with them! And uh..."[/b]

Rice looked down at his feet while he tapped his fingers against his big belly. It seemed like the next thing he was going to try to say was hard for him. [b]"I have orders to head to Camp Quartz myself, to oversee the operations there. I'll, uh.... Be the first to to arrive there. Kek ke ke ke..."[/b] Something about the way he said that implied a darker secret. Rice tried to laugh it off however.

[b]"Eh heh, well than, uh it's about a thirty mile drive from here. Our convoys have enough fuel to make it there and back, and hopefully your tank does too. We'll be going fairly fast and it's strait shooting, so it shouldn't take longer than an hour or two, you know so long as we don't run into trouble. Let's see, what else, what else... Oh, our radio frequency is 234.33 by the way! You should stay tuned so we can communicate with each other if something happens. Now, if there's nothing else, let's tally ho!"[/b] Rice trotted to to one of the convoy. Once inside they drove off towards Camp Quartz. The convoy's drove around 65 mph in a single file line. The road was wide enough for the [i]Unsubtle [/i]to drive past them without much issue, assuming there's no oncoming traffic (There isn't).

Ten minutes and about five miles in, it was just the [i]Unsubtle [/i]and the three convoys. The dirt road kicked up dust underneath their wheels, and beside the roads were tall yellow grass that went only three feet high. Scattered amongst the fields of grass were tall crystallized quartz. There were tire marks in the dirt ahead of them, suggesting that convoys in the past had also managed to make it this far at least. And yet there was no signs of how they vanished. Not yet.