Sergeant Ashlynn "Ash" Summers sat crouched at the corner of the shuttle. On her wrist, strapped over the cuff of her military uniform, a device that looked like a strange wristwatch displayed a steady green light; her personal cloak was running, and the resulting field around her rendered the redheaded soldier invisible to the naked eye. Similarly, a cooling device attached via spine-pin to her neck kept her body temperature cool enough to bypass most casual heat scans. It took practice to learn to work without shivering, and at the same speed she would with normal body temperature, but Summers knew the training was worth it; the first thing most people did when they suspected an intruder was to scan for the heat signatures of extra life forms. Resting her left hand on her forward knee, and keeping her right one ready to draw her plasma-beam sidearm, she wondered where in the hell her partner had gotten to; they had gotten all the information they needed, all that was left was to regroup at the shuttle - which was cloaked similarly and tucked away in an outgoing storage bay. Frowning, Summers got up to walk around the shuttle again; on a normal mission, she'd be in the cockpit, ready to take off as soon as her partner got in, but this was a stealth mission, it was critical they remain unknown. If anyone were to come by who could see them take off - there was no way to cloak the exhaust from a starting temporal engine. As she paced around the small craft, scanning the bay with steel-grey eyes, Summers hoped against hope that her partner's intel would dispute her own. Because what she had found out snooping around their enemy's military base, well, it was hard to swallow. There was a mole in their home base. The enemy had in their computers, and on the desk of their chief tactical officer, the detailed plans for a surprise attack which coordinated with the enemy's supply lines. Friendly troops would ambush and board the vessels, bypassing security checkpoints and infiltrating the base from within. Considering their temporal recon technology was supposed to be top-secret, and no piece of it had ever been lost or stolen since it's conception, the only way they could possibly have known that, would be if one of the persons in the group responsible was a spy. Who? She wondered, and then pushed the thought out of her head. The last thing she needed right now was to not be able to trust her fellow soldiers. returning again to the back end of the shuttle, she resumed her kneeling position facing the cargo bay entrance, waiting.