Alisha and Ryan where play fighting as they walked back into the hangar, followed by Chance, who was looking over his notes. All three came to a dead stopp when a loud bang went off. Jake and Blane looked up from bedind a M-16 rifel. Blane nodded his hello, then said, "Hey, I'll be a sharp shooter in no time." Alisha smiled, "Can you hit the target?" Blane nodded, "Yeah, better than you!" Alisha nodded back, "Of course!"
Alisha shook her head, trying to clear it for a moment, "Hey, Jake, you got our uniforms yet?" Jake nodded, "Yeah, why?" Alisha grinned, "Introduce ourseles to the people we'er gonna try and help." Ryan narrowed his eyes, trying to get to where Alisha was, "Isn't that a little arrogent?" Alisha looked up consitering this, "If it's taken the wrong way, yes. I was thinking, that bay doing this, we can see if the Underground citizens would want to help, setting things up, that is."
"Public relations?" Asked Jake.
"Exactly." said Alisha as she picked up a glove-o-trix and looked it over.
A long silnce passed as Jake and Chance seemed to think it over. Ryan whispered to Alisha, "You're going to go through with this weather they say we can or no, arn't you?" Alisha looked to Ryan, "If they say no, I'm going to cut to the chase and begin to work on cleaning up the Above." Ryan crossed his arms and leaned on the counter, "What if they say no to that?" Alisha set the glove-o-trix down and said suducivly, leaning in, "What's going to stop me?" Ryan leaned in also, but glairing, "Lots of things." Alisha leaned on the counter too and sighed, "I can get around them."
Blane walked up, still holding the gun, "I like this baby. I wanna take her home." Alisha chukled, shakeing her head. Blane leaned on the counter next to Ryan, "How do you plan to pull this...er, 'Public Relations' thing off, Alisha?" Alisha looked down, "You know that hummer in the corner? I've been eyeing that. We drive that thing into the center of the market place and announce or mission..." Ryan sighed, "They wouln't believe."