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01/29/11(Sat)02:57 No.13699579>>13699449 >>13699467 Kara takes her coffee into the HQ and tries to start it. The engine gives a horrific but satisfying growl and turns over, a belch of black smoke clearing the exhaust. She leans in the doorway, sipping her coffee with a pleased expression on her face. You look over at Clark and Sam, currently debating who gets the last sausage link, and you allow yourself, for just a moment, to think that you might have a team here. Then you're all business, beckoning Kara over and huddling up with Clark and Sam--and that last piece of sausage. "So here's the deal," you preamble. "This raid is going to be a lot longer than the one last night. It's going to be in daylight, and we have to assume they know we're coming. Which means Mechs. Perimeter defenses. Which means alert-status air support, if we're lucky. Infiltration isn't going to work this time." Clark nods. "Kara, you're in the Bulldog. I want a driver you can trust in the HQ. Clark, that was some excellent work during the capture--you earned that Shadow Hawk. I can only imagine the pilot got it worse than he gave. Sam, you're in the Urbanmech. I want you to make your shots count, because there are only four left. We're going to take anything not bolted down, but a manifest or a ledger or something might help. Talk to the squad we're bringing along. Any questions?" Kara brightened. "One of the screens inside the HQ turned on when I started it up. What should I do with that?" |