Remind me again whose idea it was to assemble us here? Cameron thought as she stood alongside Agents Bryant and Franklin, her own thoughts a-scatter amidst the angry words from the other agents. Dressed in jeans, hiking boots, a mustard-brown button-down blouse and trench coat that fell to her knees, Cameron Howe wasn't a field agent per se'; her specialty was robotics and technical services and she was damn good at what she did, which is why - like Franklin - she was seething with anger inside, but for different reasons than the Lady in Black.

Her reasons were simple: the geniuses at GADEM Headquarters in D.C. were nothing more, in her honest opinion (well, honest if you asked her!) than hidebound dinosaurs who looked down their J. Edgar Hoover-sized noses at GADEM's Technical Services Bureau, thinking they were nothing more than geeks with robots and computer terminals, but in her mind, they were dead wrong. Her section was staffed with many of the brightest technical and skilled individuals in government service - some with military service, others from the business and tech worlds, but all of them wanted to prove themselves, yet every time field agents requested their services, she thought to herself, the bosses in D.C. nixed every request...and look what it brought us, she added bitterly.

Though she looked as though she wasn't paying attention to things, she most definitely was; her mind was focused on the two things Technical Services could bring to bear on the capture and detainment of mutants. First of these: the MQ-9 Reaper RPV. A remotely-piloted drone, it was capable of long-duration flight of up to 30 hours and its' array of sensors and photographic systems could track mutants from altitudes of up to 25,000 feet in the air. Its operators, selected from the separate branches of the U.S. military for their piloting skills, were the best at their jobs and all had undergone both polygraph and PSE (Psychological Stress Evaluators) examinations before even joining GADEM.

The second, though...the second one was her beauty, her creation from her time at China Lake: the Sentinels. They were mutant-hunting spider-looking creatures made of a combination of tungsten-steel with advanced sensor systems; they were the closest thing to a fully autonomous AI man had ever created and she was quite proud of them. Deployed in packs of six Sentinels per operation, they had two tracker settings similar to what one might find on a submarine....one was a passive track-and-scan setting similar to that of a flesh-and-blood bloodhound tracking dog; in that setting, the Sentinels tracked mutants through sensing the mutation each mutant possessed. The other setting was an active track-and-capture system; in that setting, once a Sentinel locked onto a mutant, it was virtually all over but the crying for that mutant as the Sentinels were equipped with latching pads that, once they caught a mutant, wouldn't let go 'lest the mutant end up injuring them.

Although the Sentinels had been tested on captured mutants - both those directly held by GADEM and also those held by the U.S. Government through the Bureau of Prisons - they had never been deployed in the field and Cameron - along with everyone in Technical Services - was anxious to see them in the field; hence her seething anger at getting shot down everytime she requested their deployment...

Looking over at Agent Bryant, Claire added, "Agent Bryant?" Technically, she was subordinate to him (they both had the same rank, but she had a later date of entry into GADEM than he did) but after the fuckups of the past week or so, she was damned if she was going to remain silent over it... Returning her focus back to the present, Cameron waited to hear Agent Bryant's comments and figured she'd add some of her own in time permitted...