Poor readings (Day 1, LA, Alchor Highlands)

[Lucretzia Winters]

"Oh, I wouldn't bother. She won't go far, she hates hiking."

Lucretzia sneered, a faint curl of her lip.

"I believe she wanted to get fresh air, but she'll be back soon. She hates fresh air."

It was hard to tell if these were jokes.

[Felicity]

Murmuring vague understanding, vague indeed, Felicity relaxed and shuffled to the corner of the transport for a better view of their surroundings. She mighty glad that the sister wasn't the wide roaming sort.

[Anastasia Winters]

After a time, astonishingly vulgar cursing could be heard from somewhere near the base of the hill, and then a young woman in a bizarre mix of cloths emerged from the tall grass. Dressed in a white overcoat, black tanker boots, black shooting gloves, with massive aviators and short black hair, she made her way uphill toward the vehicle, cussing a storm along the way. In her arms was a rather wicked looking antique laser rifle, and over her shoulder a black leather purse.

It was hard to make it out, but it seemed that someone was nowhere to be found, and that made her quite angry - apparently his parentage was highly suspect and might have included a dog and his own family members.

[Felicity]

So wanting this not to be her problem, Felicity was relieved to remember the pair were sisters. This was indeed not her problem. Felicity stayed quiet as she watched their surroundings with her gun at ease. The safety was on.

[Snorri Tycho]

"Alright. You're the boss, boss" Snorri works the zoom on the lens of the camera, keeping an eye out for this mysterious sister, but otherwise happy to do his duty. Especially with his favorite short stack to send glances at.

[Lucretzia Winters]

"Ana!"

Lucretzia glared at her sister, prompting Anastasia to roll her eyes.

[Anastasia Winters]

"He's gone. No sign. Anywhere. I told you we shouldn't have brought him on!"

With a frustrated snort, Anastasia glanced at the other two people there. "Who're these two?

[Snorri Tycho]

"We're your bodyguards ma'am. Someone did a rather precise job in negotiating your protection on journeys such as this. In the future, I would advise you that any journey should be supervised by a member of the Fortunate Sons." Snorri replied in a dry drawl "Choosing to leave without an escort may forfeit any assurances of protect-shuns that have been agreed upon yadda yadda legalese yadda"

He looks over the pair. "Alright, I can certainly see the resemblance. Now, who is it that supposedly wandered off?"

[Felicity]

Who? Felicity perked up. Then she was addressed.

"Eehm, I'm Felicity. That mech's mine." She indicates the Phoenix. She then looks past Anastasia to the tall grass and beyond. "Need us to look for someone?"

[Anastasia Winters]

"Oh, feel free, I've only been at it for hours. There's no sign. Whatever he did, he vanished without a trace."

Anastasia snorted again, angrily, popped open the side hatch of the hovercraft, threw the rifle in, and then added, "I'll be sure to ask one of you to stomp around behind me next time, then."

Looking back to her sister she concluded, "I told you not to hire him. Credentials my ass! From a combine lab, and a new one no less!"

Then she climbed into the hovercraft and slammed the hatch behind her.