[h2]Valeryia Ilyushin[/h2]
[i]Dammit! I was just starting to relax![/i] She exclaimed mentally. Craig had just been shot in front of everyone. Was a damn shocker for everyone. And the acting squad lead was already giving orders. [i]At least she's on point.[/i] Though Valeryia wasn't the biggest fan of the order she had been given. Defend the second story, by herself. This wouldn't be a problem if she had knowledge on how to handle something bigger than a sub-machine gun. A partner would've helped too. But she didn't argue. In a moment like this, arguing would be pointless, and probably get more people killed.

She quickly ran over to the opened case that the others were either eyeballing, or nearly drooling into and grabbed a familiar weapon. A P-90. Her usual weapon of choice when being a hired driver. Along with snatching some magazines for it. No telling how many bots would come up her way. She just hoped it wouldn't be all of them.

After she did a few quick checks of the gun, Valeryia ran to her objective. It seemed she'd be doing a bit of a patrol of the second floor. Though it would look out of place, someone patrolling while the sounds of a firefight went on nearby. But nothing would distract her from a thought that entered her mind. [i]I hope nothing happens to my baby.[/i] Valeryia seemingly more concerned with her car than the lives of the others.