[b]March 12th, 2014
Shattered Steel Headquarters, 'The Forge'
Unnamed island in the Bahamas[/b]

The boss, Scott, seemed decent enough. It was hard to determine with so little information to go off but for the time being Fuka had him pegged as Adequate. Not some dickhead fresh out of training looking to earn a reputation but not the most experienced leader either. Thus far she felt neither good nor bad about putting her life in his hands and taking his in her own, which suited her well enough.

Some of her other comrades, well...

She raised an eyebrow at the mention of a "certain nation", the runt's dancing around the word almost amusing had his questions not [i]literally been answered in the spiel.[/i]

"The man said 'particular origins unknown' and 'depart at 13:00'. Presumably, that means we don't know who's involved and that we're deploying to Malta...at 13:00."

Fuka let the faintest bit of sarcasm slip into her voice, taking another bite of her donut before chiming in.

"Are we going to be the only ones defending this place, or will we have friendlies?"