Being apart of the Mobile Task Force is quite changeling, whether it's risking your life for anomalies to get locked up again and again. It gets quite repetitive after time, but whatever pays the bills. But this all changed when the person assigning your mission mentioned 'possible death'. Now it's the hour before you have to get ready for the mission, walking over to Dr. Iceberg's office you opened it up by swiping some random key card that just so happened to be lying on the floor. Iceberg seemed to have mountains of paperwork all over his desk, a tired yet still awake expression that seemed to be permanently on his face. Though once he managed to move his head up his face warmed up. "Oh..it's you." He said, stumbling as he got up since he's been sitting in the chair for half of the day by now. If it wasn't for Iceberg being Dr. Gears' assistant then that poor man would've melted into that office chair by now. "Don't you have to get ready for your mission soon?" He asked, a bit shy to grab your hands since he's constantly cold and he doesn't want to get you cold because he cares bout you enough and he is quite shy. Despite you telling him the mission details, you constantly reassured him that you'll make it back alive despite you not even knowing if you will.