[h3] Lilly's Post [/h3]
Lilly felt absolutely terrible, looking more zombie than soldier. Her uniform and equipment were all in order, the morning's inspection had seen to that, but she looked like she was about to fall asleep and the massive black bags under her eyes definitely did not help her appearance. It was probably because she had not been sleeping... well... almost at all since they had arrived at Fort Breda. Leaning against a tree for support, Lilly just barely managed to concentrate enough to understand the plan. It was risky, and though she had started to gain more respect for his abilities, she still doubted Sergeant Harald's ability to pull it all together. When he ordered them to pair up of their own accord, Lilly tiredly shoved herself off the tree and straightened out of her slouch. 

Who would she go with? She had already fought with Private Glaive and PFC Sykora, so she felt like she could work well with them, but going with Corporal Celeste would mean a slower pace that would be less draining on her. Shaking her head, she discounted the last option and mentally chided herself for being selfish. No, she may be exhausted but that was no excuse for cutting corners and taking the lazier option. She liked Celeste and thought they could fight well together, but for now it would be best if she paired up with either Brenna or Alex. 

[b]"Private Glaive? Private First Class Sykora? Would either of you-"[/b] Lilly brought a hand up to her mouth as she yawned, before blinking a few times and continuing. [b]"Would either of you like to accompany me?"[/b] 

[h3] Evan's Post [/h3]
Evan chuckled as Harald mentioned that they would not be bringing the APC, before answering in his typical boisterous voice. [b]"Yer breakin' my heart, Darcsen! Alright, I'll get the gun ready for us."[/b] Evan wasted no time in hustling over to the APC, climbing aboard, and starting to undo the mountings for the machine gun. He gave the armored side of the APC an affectionate pat as he did so, whispering "Next time, girl." as he did. The APC was lightly armored, so he saw why it would be more of a liability than a boon in an open field battle, but he was still disappointed that he was being taken out of his preferred environment: The sardine tin that was the inside of an armoured vehicle. Clearing the chamber and finishing off the last of the bolts, with a grunt, Evan yanked the gun off of it's mounting and heaved it onto his shoulder to carry it. 

Grabbing the tripod stored in the back of the APC and a crate of chalk rounds, he hauled his load back over to the group and began to mount the gun. If it was already attached to the tripod, it might be more awkward to carry, but would also be faster to set up, he reasoned. Despite his impressive strength, though, carrying an entire crate of bullets as well as a 30lb machine gun and tripod was going to severely limit his mobility. The Sergeant had better be able to defend him until they got set up, otherwise this was going to be one short skirmish for him. [b]"Alright, Darcsen. Got what you asked for. I'm gonna be slow moving with all this gear, though."[/b]