South nodded slightly, it was a simple assignment. She could manage that. Walking up towards the car the girl shifted it into neutral and began pushing it along, glad to have the suit doing all the work here. There was no way they’d be able to move one of these things even with the three of them without assistance. Once it was safely inside she let the others know and moved to sit on the back, near the turret, her legs swinging back and forth. It was strangely easy to forget they were in a simulation or even that they were in danger.

From up in his perch North watched all the action in this strange gray, green and red world. Green signalled friendlies, red were enemy heat signatures and everything else was of no importance to him. So far they were doing a really good job at avoiding the patrols. There were a few snipers he could see being problematic and took them out without much thought, the silencer on his gun keeping everything nice and sneaky. It was a sim. They weren’t real. It made it a lot easier for him to think that way since he hated wasting life. He didn’t truly believe there were ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys’.

There were all just people who happened to have different goals and different ways of doing things. Sure some people did some pretty horrible things with their lives but he was sure that in their minds they were just doing what needed to be done. Some snipers remained, but he had no direct line of sight to them and they had no sight to his team, so they weren’t a problem right now. Recovery team moved up the city whilst team Warthog, as he’d named them in his mind, were still hanging out. He rolled his eyes slightly at the one sitting on the back, as if it was the mess hall and everything was fine.

He had no doubt about who that was. However before he could get onto her to tell her off for slacking she noticed a large patrol of about five or so men headed their way. “Team Warthog- Cal! You’ve got five guys inbound, two corners away on your right. Maybe ten seconds. You need to move now! Now!” Picking up his gun he quickly moved into a better spot. He couldn’t see into the bay South was in but he had a very clear shot down the street at the corner where he knew they’d appear, watching their heat signatures move behind the buildings.

He could help to take them out if needed, he had three shots left before he had to reload, but he’d rather avoid them getting detected if at all possible. Stealth was always preferable to loud and heavy, at least when you were dealing in a rescue mission for someone they had to assume had no military training. Hopefully the others had a similar thoughts and they could keep out of sight or at least quiet about it if they did decide to take action.