The Hornets Are Ready for This

Minerva sits down and puts her elbows on her knees sitting inside of the telescope. She looks up at you and extends a hand asking for you to help her up. I assume that they know who we are, now they know what we're capable of. We'll have everything we need to roll by tomorrow morning. If I see anyone, if I see a single gun, it's over. Keith: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old habits"