[b][center]Georgia - South East[/b][/center]

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Georgia looks at her tactical axe, wondering what exactly they wanted her to cover with. She however, listened simply and kept crouched down behind the desk before Peter gave her a suggestion. Her lips spread into a wide grin as she nods eagerly, "More sparkly plugs, got it." She giggles, face set into the blissful ignorance of childhood as she snatches his grenades away and goes over to the door mentioned. Quickly, she starts making an impromptu rig with the grenades, setting one on either side of the door to explode as she sets them with a trip wire of sorts from the metal cord she had packed away to take with her. The grenades were taped well against the wall, the rig simple to snag the pins away as soon as anyone tripped the cord. It was crude, but effective. Give her time and a pilot's tech kit, she might have been able to set up another rig like the last.

She shuffles back over to Peter, still crouched down as she spies up, seeing the other two finally wriggling out. She beams and points up, "C'mon, time to go before the boom." With that, she stands to her full height and merely leaps up, clearing from the floor to the roof as it it was nothing as she hefts herself up. For a moment, she spies Carolyn and the pilot of Achilles' Heel and confusion goes through her at how they were looking at each other. She furrows her brow, a slight frown coming to her lips as she leans over the edge and offers her hand out to Peter in order to heft him up, "Slowpoke, I got you."