Mobilisation

[notwhatiam]

From here.He didn't slip into recharge this time, choosing simply to lie there and watch her. Secondary functions were still sorting through the download from Central, prioritising tasks that needed attention, noting changes in staff, assessing the caseload and the impact his absence had made on the organisation. CLEA was his priority, but he

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[kavio]

She'd drifted. It'd been a fantastic last, long while. She'd relished it, even if it'd been a little overwhelming. She felt safe in his arms.

And then there was--

She came to with hands pressed to her temples, the alert cutting through the low-power mode she'd been in, kicking her into awareness more roughly than she was anywhere near used to.

"Holy fu--" Kavio cut herself off before the stream of profanity grew quickly beyond the realm of the Navy. "...I'm up. I'm up."

And the scrambling for clothes came naturally.

[notwhatiam]

Knight didn't move initially, his concentration just that microsecond stolen by confirmations and co-ordination as forty-two CLEA agents answered the alert. Kalecia, currently on Central duty, relayed him the details of the emergency.

[Terrorist activity. Suspected phase disruption weapon present. Vesuvius, Italy.] And quickly following that was a run down on the details of a volcanic eruption iminent.

He almost echoed Kavio's sentiment.

He scrambled off the bed, clothes in place in moments, his black jacket still swinging with the movement as he turned to Kavio, urgency in his stance, and updated her on the situation.

Outside there was the sound of MAV after MAV phasing in and the mutter of worried voices.

[kavio]

"I need a quick stop at Houston," Kavi muttered as she pulled on her shoes. "I'm not going into this without a few guns and my nanos, at least."

And she could cross the dimensional barrier in a moment. She knew where all she needed was.

And she wasn't going to not go.

She was hyperaware.

[notwhatiam]

Rounding the edge of the bed, he reached into a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a spare merchete. "We'll need to make it fast." Checking, loading a power cell and projectile cartridge, he prepped the weapon and held it out to her with the grip waiting for her hand.