Dylan Sommers

The Lieutenant's order stopped Dylan on his tracks, even if his grumbling stomach begged for food. Unwillingly, he turned around and angrily marched back to the group.

"Ironic that after all that time being quiet, the Commander wants to talk now." he said sarcastically while stomping his way back to the helipad.

otr: I'm really busy and my computer and phone are broken, but I'll probably post twice a week at least.

Katya Petrov

Andrea lead them into belly of the huge submarine. Inside, it was hard to tell that the ship was moving at all.

"I expected to feel sick, is the ship still moving?" asked Katya worriedly.

"Motion dampners," replied Andrea briskly leading them along the corridor, "So if you have motion sickness, there's no reason to worry. I'll give you the tour after the commander talks to you."

After a few more minutes they came up to a big door, it opened to reveal a large security room with panels on every wall and a long buisness table in the center. At the head of the table was a large chair swivelled toward one screen. The chair swiveled around to reveal Lt. Tear. She looked very different. Despite being only a year, stress has seemed to age her considerably. She seemed tired, even though she had permanent scowl on her face. Her now long hair was wrapped in a ponytail.

(OTR: OMG! It's alive!)
"How did you not get caught by the New United Nations?" Jill asked. "You've got real skills not to get caught!"

Dylan Sommers

As he following Andrea, Katya and the rest down the bowels of the submarine, Dylan scoped around the ship. Simply, he hadn't seen technology this good since the ship that were supposed to take them to Venezuela. He thought this was going to be a typical submarine with lots of leaky piping above and below them, with creaky metal floor grates. He was wrong. Then again, T.E.C.H.'s ability to be big and bold didn't surprise Dylan anymore. He had other concerns on his mind, though. Andrea stopped on front of a giant door, which opened revealing a security room with many screens, most of them flashing words and symbols. But as he entered, the black chair got his attention as it swiveled around, revealing the lieutenant.

"Hey, Lieutenant!" Dylan said in a cheerful and awkward manner, "How long has it been? You look... good!" his broad smile seemed insincere.

"Holy shit. She's... old!" he thought, trying not to think out loud.

Judging by her stoic expression, Lieutenant Tear wasn't having his jesterly mood.

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