[b]Diamond - Convoy escort[/b]

“You know, given that it would help keep me alive, I think I can help with the resources part. But I ran into different problem when I contacted a professor for advice on something I wanted to do - I got stonewalled!” Diamond complained, “They might not let you use the workshop just like [i]she[/i] didn’t give me the information I wanted. Instead I got told that we’ll talk provided we succeed here. You might have to wait until we get enough missions done right.” the girl shared her experiences. “It makes a certain kind of sense, but it’s still a pain in the #...”

When he asked for a proof, she shook her head. “If you grew up where I did, you’d think the same. People are not all nice and these things happen, for both wrong and good reasons. A white fang member with easy to hide traits on one side, undercover cop on the other. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe i’m not, but life taught me to be vigilant and skeptical.” she shrugged.

She listened to Marcus’ plan, nodding along the way and memorizing it. She figured the military buff would have procedures like these drilled in memory, and they were time proven. Her own experience was limited to car chases, which was hardly applicable here.

The formulation ‘when the ambush happens’ instead of an ‘if’ did little to ease her mind, although Marcus redeemed himself a little by stressing out the plan was to get the hell away and not to stay and fight. When asked for suggestions, Diamond pointed to the radio they requisitioned to contact reinforcements. “We can use that to keep in contact with the front through the tank’s radio. I’d rather have even half a minute warning if you spot something suspicious.”