There's a quiet thrill running up Wash's spine. He recognizes it easily - it's an impending mission. It's that bit of nervous energy left over after everything else in him is primed and ready. It's been a good long while since it's been this pronounced, but, well, they're about to walk into hell and the chances of survival are not good. It's a Project Freelancer type of mission, except it actually is meant to help and the people in charge actually do give a fuck.
The more things change, huh.
Briefing had been thorough but quick, with whatever blueprints and models they could find of their intended target: a cutting-edge Coluan medical research facility. It had been overrun, but most of the population had been in the streets or buildings close by at the time, so while the area was a goddamn mess, there had been lower technoform presence inside the building itself. "North, Locus, you're in charge of watching our exit points and each other. Keep in contact - we'll update you when we're on our way out. Connie, you're on data extract - get whatever you can as fast as you can and send it straight to Cortana. Tucker, you and I are holding the line - nothing gets in while Connie is working. York, you and Delta are with Connie, but be ready to help Tucker and I if we need you."
It's a simple strategy, but simple doesn't mean easy, and no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy. Still, it's what they have, and as long as things don't go to hell completely, they should be capable of accomplishing it. All that's left is to move out.
FREELANCER RIDES AGAIN (Wash, North, York, Connie, Locus, Tucker)
The more things change, huh.
Briefing had been thorough but quick, with whatever blueprints and models they could find of their intended target: a cutting-edge Coluan medical research facility. It had been overrun, but most of the population had been in the streets or buildings close by at the time, so while the area was a goddamn mess, there had been lower technoform presence inside the building itself. "North, Locus, you're in charge of watching our exit points and each other. Keep in contact - we'll update you when we're on our way out. Connie, you're on data extract - get whatever you can as fast as you can and send it straight to Cortana. Tucker, you and I are holding the line - nothing gets in while Connie is working. York, you and Delta are with Connie, but be ready to help Tucker and I if we need you."
It's a simple strategy, but simple doesn't mean easy, and no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy. Still, it's what they have, and as long as things don't go to hell completely, they should be capable of accomplishing it. All that's left is to move out.