Adrian fidgeted slightly on the ridge overlooking the town, antsy for the shooting to get started. Sure, she wouldn't shoot until ol' Prowler gave the order, but that didn't mean she didn't really, [i]really[/i] want to. It would make up for having to trudge up this stupid cliffside instead of just being able to fly up like she was used to. She'd tried arguing that she had a stealth drive for this very reason, but ultimately was forced to concede that she would still be entirely visible to the enemy. She was starting to think that maybe she should have sprung for the Active Camouflage unit that that one merchant had been selling however many weeks past, but she dismissed that thought- the thermals alone would give her away for miles, and besides, that was way too much weight and power draw for less returns than her handy-dandy SD unit.

Adrian paused in her thoughts, then sighed. She was getting distracted. She checked her instruments again, scanning from the horizon down for any particular nasties that needed a good ventilating. Especially if she could find those SAMs- once those went offline, she'd be untouchable. No one could touch Blue Moon in the air, and she could start raining down mass-accelerated hellfire with impunity. As it was, unless she was very keen on making peace with her dear and fluffy Lord in heaven, she was stuck on overwatch. Ah, well- it was what she was best at, anyway.

[color=gray]"Team, status report,"[/color] came the gruff command over the comms. 

[i][color=crimson]Oh, praise Jesus- interaction.[/color][/i] She opened her mouth to reply, before being butted out by Hare. She'd be more irritated at that, but according to both Prowler and Hare, they might have found the solution to their little no-fly zone problem. She homed in on Hare's location, getting Reaper into position. Even if it was just artillery, she still wasn't going to complain. Everything helped her get her cut of the paycheck, and 1500 creds was nothing to sneeze at. And if it was those nasty little SAM launchers...

[color=crimson]"This is Werewolf, on overwatch. Just point me at whoever's paint job needs messing up, and I'll be happy to oblige."[/color]