[b][i]Diamond frost - Convoy FUBAR[/i][/b]

Seeing the frightened boy, Diamond didn’t hesitate to capitalize on his inexperience. With a swift move of her hand she was suddenly holding his gun as well. To her dismay though, another Gorrila heard Loudmouth’s rant and she was now being asked to surrender her arms. Oh well, no sense fighting if it could have been avoided. She was fairly confident she could bolt before they got her anyhow.

Her thumbs sliding down the clips fell out of the handles of the guns before she dropped them. Then Oswald appeared from out of thin air and turned the situation back on the guards. Pulling her scarf from her face, she nodded. “Hunters in training actually. Team leader sent me to get a look around and gather what’s going on. Why they attacked before I returned with the intel is beyond me." she hissed. The hell? You send a scout to report back before you attack, [i]right?[/i] Nevermind, she owed the locals an explanation "You failed to report for a week and then we saw the camp fortified and smoking - we thought you got overrun by the white fang or some sort. What’s actually going on here?” she inquired.

The shooting seemed to stop there and then. She wasn't completely sure whether all of the defenders were already knocked out or some of them actually managed to neutralize the tank, although one of those cases was a lot more likely and it wasn't looking good for the Schnee employees..

Walking over to Oswald, she had a few words to say. “The heck, [i]bugs[/i] jammed the radio? What kind of crackpot theory is that, the Replicators are here or something? They could just be trying to cover their asses.” she whispered angrily so the guards wouldn’t hear her. “Whatever, let’s go get the trucks. I just hope they’re still there. When we get back I’m pouring bloody concrete into that gun!”