Dokka stroked his beard and asked Ragdoll, the Scav Pilot, "Do you always dress like this to fly?" She laughed, and looked distant as she answered him,"I'm lucky to be allowed this much, sometimes. A lot of crews want me to be completely naked." Dokka frowned at her choice of 'naked' over 'nude'. He cleared his throat, and said, "You can dress like a standard pilot, if you like. You're less distracting like that." Lieutenant Dakk and Tall-Lady strode into the hangar hurriedly. Dakk Gave a quick salute and gasped, "Sorry I'm late, sir! My fault. It's a pleasure to finally work with you ,sir." Dokka shook hands with him and couldn't mis-place the look he gave Ragdoll. She fidgetted and primped under his gaze. Dokka didn't need to be a telepath to know the situation. Dokka looked at Tall-Lady and said, "We'll get to the bottom of why your son died, Tall-Lady. Also what exactly happened down there. The city lost a Scav team, a Controller, an APC and a lander. It's up to the four of us to get the answers." He had addressed the last to Dakk, who tore his eyes off Ragdoll. He smiled sheepishly and nodded, "Yessir! All four of us." Dokka looked over his shoulder at Ragdoll and back at Dakk. "Your relationships are your business, Leiutenant--as long as they do NOT interfer with our mission. Is that clear? I selected all of you because you are supposed to be the best in your fields. We are going into a hot zone where our lives rest with each other. We can't afford to be distracted. Is that clear?" Tall-Lady said in her electronically reproduced voice, "Thank you,Dokka, Controller Thirteen. We will behave, I think." Dokka tried not to look stern, and turned to Ragdoll, "We're ready to depart. First thing we need to do is pick up our wayward Scavs, 64-25399 and 64-25518. 518's in danger. We lost his signal next to Firetown. 399 is trapped in an underground complex and is safe for now. We need to get close enough for Tall-Lady to get a bearing on 518 with her telepathic powers." Ragdoll nodded. "Can-do,sir! Ready to depart!" Dokka glanced at the setting sun and said with a note of worry, "We need to move quick. we're losing light, and 518 was in bad sounding shape last I heard." Moments later the shuttle departed from Flying City 64 and headed for the Toxic surface of Balaam below them. To be continued... Media is Poser 6