The 6'2" British woman activated her night vision goggles, the world suddenly being lit up in some sort of a ghastly green. All her peers had a beacon that lit up pretty brightly, so they had less of a chance being shot in firefights. God forbid that they would get into a big caliber firefight, but if it happened it happened. Falling into formation, Olivia held up her ACR and scanned carefully as they progressed further with their arrowhead formation. All that Olivia could hear was the gentle crashing off the ocean, which was perfect given their upcoming task regarding the extermination of a certain species of goatfuckers. 

As they came up across the first building, Merlin had directed them to stack up on the doorway. As she waited for everyone to get settled, she put her ACR away and switched to her silenced Sig Sauer. Unsheathing her knife, she placed it right underneath the butt of her pistol and waited for that soft tap on her shoulder. As soon as she felt it, it was going to be a soft entry. Footsteps quieter than a cat's. The less shots that were fired at that moment, the better off they would be. As she felt that tap, she opened the door and had her pistol pointed, she left the guard in the chair for Merlin to handle, and went for the other guard inside. Surely Czech wouldn't mind if she took this kill for herself. She put her pistol down, holding her knife in her left hand gingerly as she went up to the standing guard, putting a gloved hand on his mouth and pulling him down as she put the knife in his throat as well. She held him down  as he squirmed, the life draining from his body as he struggled to get away from Olivia. But her grip was too strong, and soon enough he stopped, and the life had left completely. The former SAS operator had let the body down, removing her knife and cleaning it on his uniform as she switched back to her ACR. 

The fireteam had moved up to the village perimeter, Olivia tight behind Merlin as he had issued an order for both he and Czech to execute a patrol simultaneously. As Olivia had heard the go-code, she heard one silent whisper, and then a thud as Merlin was probably going to do something rather dramatic. And so she was right, he had managed to stab someone through his eye. It was a gruesome scene, but Olivia had the curse of being able to say that she had seen far, far worse. With the theatrics over, Olivia had moved up with the rest of her fireteam, sticking to the shadows as now there was a lot more light, but a lot more cover to conceal their movements. She moved quietly, but with a lightness in her feet in order to prevent people from knowing that she was there along with two other operators. As they progressed, they came across a building that Merlin felt that Olivia and Czech should tackle together. And so they did, packing herself with him as they progressed to the building.

Clearing inside, they had discovered that it was clear, but another structure ahead had caught Czech's attention. When asked her opinion, she gave it. "Well, we have to assume the worst, don't we?" Olivia was thinking about a way to figure out how to scope out the house without actually being there. "Why don't we have Merlin do some recon on it? Better safe than sorry, yeah?"