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After the announcement from the Elite, a hand reached over to touch Will's shoulder, to rouse the grunt from his sleep.
The hand belonging to a young women dressed in grunt uniform with dark blond hair, pulled back in a high tight ponytail, hazel eyes glancing around the cabin of the helicopter, at the team for the raid, observing their reactions before she glanced back over toward Will to see if he had woken up.
"You might want to be awake for this Will."

She wasn't sure what to expect this time around with this mission, things were very top secret since the Galatics had been showing up on their missions.
but usually it was good practice to not assume anything on these missions, they tend to be full of unexpected events.

Isadora's heart began pounding as the announcement came over the intercom inside the large helicopter. She could feel her palms sweating and she hastily wiped her hands on her uniform pants. It was not often that the psychologist wore her Team Rocket Grunt uniform, and it was even less often when she had a chance to go on an actual raid. Despite her slight apprehension at attending an illegal act such as a raid within a crime syndicate, it was required of her, and so she complied.

Isa's own slumber was very short and fitful, as she could hardly ever fall asleep within moving vehicles. She shook herself awake at the call to action, and she ran her fingers through her short, sea-foam colored hair. She unconsciously moved to adjust her glasses, but she found none. In case of any risk of losing some rather important possessions she had, her glasses included, the doctor opted to wear contacts for this mission. The contacts were a strange phenomenon to her, and it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the change. She only hoped that her slight change of tactic would not impair her on this very important raid.

Reassuringly patting the two Pokeballs at her belt, Isadora stretched her arms and sighed, resigning herself to what was to pass. "Ohkay... I thihnk Ih'm readeh."

It seemed another person had also taken the time to get some sleep on the long trip. Agent Nyx had slumped over some time after she fell asleep and ended up with her head leaning against Agent Mau's shoulder. The loudspeaker hadn't woken up the white haired scientist, but Mau's stretching did. "Mrrrggmph..." She protested to her makeshift-person-pillow deciding to move around and opened an eye. "Are we there yet?"

Nyx sat up and yawned. Her bottom was numb, as well as her left foot, and her hands, but that was to be expected from sitting in one place for hours. She'd be un-numb and ready by the time the helicopter landed.

The ocean spread out in all directions like a rippling swath of satin, highlighted here and there by a frothy wave or a breaching Wailmer. It was an impressive, humbling sight, one worthy of attention and awe.

After the first twenty miles, Nadja had found her sense of awe quite sated.

She continued to watch nonetheless, leaning over her armrest with chin in hand. Now and then her half-lidded eyes would occasionally flutter shut, then open a few moments later and shift toward the elite at her left. One hand cradled a small bag; from within, a blue glow suffused through the fabric.

At the announcement she straightened and stretched discreetly, shifting her shoulders as she arched her back. "Mm."

"Now is a good time for questions."

The steady tump, tump, tump of the helicopter blades echoed the rhythm of his heart as they grouped closer to their destination. What their destination was, he was not privy to know, but he knew that wherever it was it was his destiny to go there. Liam had been thinking about destiny lately. It was rarely far from his mind since his... 'accident.' Destiny, it seemed, had greater plans for him than t die by rogue crystal bullet. Destiny, it seemed wanted him to be on this helicopter tonight. Destiny had also chosen his companions on this ride. Several people he didn't know, but some were those he considered friends from the base: Nyx, Faleen, Mau, Claire... and others. Their destinies were all intertwined with his in ways he couldn't yet see. He had a feeling tonight would bring part of that destiny into crystal clear perspective.
He breathed in and out, calming his nerves for what he knew would be a hard journey ahead.

Early to bed, early to rise, as the saying went. Or, stay up all night and well into the next day with the intent to fulfill an important mission. Lucas was much more accustomed to the latter, and so he had spent the wee hours preparing himself and his small team. The ride itself found him sitting with his head leaned back, eyes closed in contemplation rather than in slumber. It seemed that it had been ages since he had last been on a proper mission, even though his memories of missions past were fresh in his mind. He drew a long breath at the sudden announcement from the loudspeakers, leaning forward in preparation for the landing and sweeping over the cabin's occupants with his blue gaze. Will, Faleen, Claire, Isadora, Nyx... The rest, strangers. Lucas was unaccustomed to working with such a large group. It was sure to prove an interesting morning.

"Ah, you wehre at the bahll, mm? Interehstin'. Wehll..." Isadora frowned a bit and looked down sheepishly at her feet. So... no newbie-companions for her. She remembered Lucas was with them as well, and she looked up to glance at him for a moment. A thought passed through her head, wondering if this was Lucas's first raid or mission, but... something made her doubt that it really was.

The helicopter finally landed, and Isadora saw that they were on a small, isolated island in the middle of the ocean. An odd start to the breaking day, but the surprise of it snapped her awake and made her ready for action. The signal was given for the Rockets to exit the helicopter, and Isadora did as they were bidden, exiting their mode of transportation and standing at attention on the land, patiently awaiting orders.