[b]Rook speaks up this time, Joker seemingly losing interest. The big man had the attention span of a ADHD lemur.[/b] [i]"Chance, yes. We don't know what's on the other side... But we do know it's going to be hell..."[/i] [b]The tank suddenly jerked to a stop, Rook stepping up and turning off the from shielding.[/b] [i]"Besides, now comes preparation..."[/i] [b]And with that, he slipped out from a small hatch on the top of the tank, his small body making it out easily. Rook was maybe 5'7, small and built for stealth... But something told Ian that saying something about the height would get the man angry.[/b] [b]The back doors slide open and a small ramp extended revealing nicely built large tents, crates, military barrels, vehicles, guns, and... People... Two to be exact, excluding everyone previously on board the tank... Silence stood with his eyepatch like sight trained on Damien, Glitch violently boxing with a dummy... Home sweet Omicron home.[/b]