Onboard the Behemoth
Upon receiving the answer of her requested joke, it was to her amusement that the joke instead was Henri himself. Beatrice chuckled, as she waited for the ride that was supposed to pick them up for the journey to the mission location. Their
ride came soon enough, a cacophony of loud whines and clanks of metal as the heavy steel gates began to open. Warning lights began to light and spin, signalling the fact that the gates were in operation. The massive machines came into view, the behemoth projecting an intimidating appearance and presence to
those that were present. her. Beatrice didn't know about the rest, but this gigantic hulk of metal, bristling with guns was definitely intimidating to her.
The hatch of the vehicle opened with the whizz and hiss of hydraulics, and her fellow team mates began filling its interior. Once she had settled comfortably into a seat herself, Beatrice placed her helmet in her lap as she began looking through her pad, with the occasional finger swipe here and there. Here boredom was interrupted as the other blonde girl broke the silence of the cabin with an introduction and a question. She wanted to get to know her team mates and that was plenty fine with her. She would like to get to know them as well.
So the other blonde was called Evangeline, and she was one of the two Saboteurs. Beatrice took note of the girl's highly excitable self, and had to struggle to keep herself under control. If she were to get as excitable as the girl she now knew as Evangeline, the behemoth would explode with exuberance. And she doubt that the rest of them would be happy with such a scenario. Beatrice was preparing to introduce herself, but her attempt was interrupted by not one, but three guys.
Too slow bitch. The first, introduced himself as Cidolphus and the dark-haired chap was to be their other Saboteur. So that was their two Saboteurs.
Evangeline and Cidolphus. Oh the next one, puzzled her. This guy was a real piece of work, he introduced himself as Olsen, and only Olsen. He sounded like a typical douche and acted like they were second-class citizens.
What? Does he not have a first name or something? He even asked for them to feel free to give him any nicknames. The nerve. She nearly uttered
'How does Douche-bag sound?' but merely clenched her teeth to avoid doing so. The third guy was known as James and he was a Ravager, the same as her. Beatrice gave him a look, before facing towards the group lest she get interrupted once more.
"I'm Beatrice Delacour, and you can simply call me 'Bea' for short. I'm a Ravager as well." She then gave a brief wave to everyone, but extending a smile as well to the other blondie.