[centre]Paris Rience & Eira Mairwen (Herzi and Holmi Collab Crew)
Retrieval Team[/centre]
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With the wind rushing past her mech at a less-than-breakneck pace, Eira directed her attention to the ground approaching beneath her. As encouraged by the pilot, she used her systems to direct her fall, moving past the mansion’s rooftop where most of the team would be landing to instead take her position by the North-Western entrance. Touching down on the ground, [i]Justice[/i] braced itself on the lifeless dirt, and Eira dropped the lines, trotting forward a couple paces to leave the parachute behind her.

Paris’s own landing was a few metres behind the large mech’s, his parachute quickly gathered up and shoved into the bag. Hearing the other members of the Retrieval team voice their landings, Paris switched on his own comm. “This is Rience,” he said, “me and Mairwen have touched ground out front.”

Switching the comm back off, he took a few steps out in the street, looking around. [i]Lots of windows[/i], he thought as he saw the mansion walls. If what he’d heard about the freakies around here were true, a drop of a few stories would probably barely slow them down. Any one of those windows could be an exit point for the target.

“Mairwen,” he said, turning, “we’re going to have to keep an eye on the far side of the building. Got any ideas?”

Scanning the streets around them through the mansion’s fences, Eira made sure to also keep a good eye on this new guy. “I’ve got a recon drone, ground-based, self-detonating.” With this, she tapped the control module attached to her wrist, and the two-foot-long metal drone dropped from her mech and landed on the dirt alongside her, folding into a ball and rolling into view of Paris. Quickly checking the screen to make sure his scanners were in good order, she continued. “Shall I send him round?”

“Better than splitting up.” Unslinging his rifle, he headed over to a pickup truck parked on the mansion side of the street. Climbing into the bed of the truck, he gave a quick sweep of the street. The truck itself was probably shoddy cover at best in terms of stopping projectiles, but it was better than nothing; and definitely would help keep him hidden to an extent.

At his words, Eira sent the drone rolling out along the Western wall, staying within the enclosure of the fence. As it did so, she made sure to pay careful attention to its feed, not wanting to miss any potential exits it might pass along the way. Once it reached the end of that wall, she’d send it down the southern wall so as to take position opposite her own position, scanning both walls for activity from the corner.

Placing herself at the inner corner of the fence, she poised [i]Justice[/i]’s arms for firing, and also began scanning the streets. “My name’s Eira,” she remarked, absentmindedly.

“Rience.” He gestured towards the buildings surrounding the mansion, “I’m going to send my own drone to start checking those buildings. We may have people holding the line, but there could have been things in the area before hand.” 

Shrugging his bag off, he unzipped it and pulled out a small black drone, around the size of a football. Turning it on, the twin propellers in it’s wings began to spin, and the drone rose to hover above his head. After a second the feed popped up in the corner of his visor’s display, and he began directing it to the building directly across from the front door of the mansion.

“Pleased to meet you,” she responded, smiling.

Paris flicked on his comm again instead of responding, setting it to the mission-wide band. “This is Rience from Retrieval,” he said, “if things start falling apart on the lines, we’d like to know before hostiles start showing up. Keep us informed.”