[color=6ecff6][h3]Perry Manfoosah[/h3][/color][i]Dilapidated Tenement[/i][hr]Sterling's confidence was reassuring, and the colonel's reception to Perry's own word was just as. As far as she was concerned, as long as everyone kept a level head, this mission should go off without a hitch. With only two huntresses, it wold be in their best interest to pursue this as a stealth op. On the other hand, time was of the essence. They shouldn't prematurely alert the enemy, nor should they meander through these tunnels. The bomb was on a time limit as far as they knew, and they had to dispatch it. The bomb, undoubtedly guarded, needed disarmed. There was no doing that unnoticed. Sterling's specialty was with her sniper rifle. Accurate, powerful – slow.

The more anxiously she thought about their procedure, the more options there seemed available. She could try to disarm it first thing, but could Sterling give her enough cover with her rifle? She could fight first, disarm later, but would that risk the bomb's detonation? Or should she take Sterling out of her comfort zone and arm her with Perry's own weapon? The turret? Unless she could figure something out on the fly in the middle of the inevitably firefight, those seemed to be her choices as far as she could see.

[color=6ecff6][i]'I suppose we'll work this out on our way in. I'll ask what Sterling thinks.'[/i][/color]

Though, the more Perry thought of it, maybe she [i]could [/i]do something to rig the turret up to make it do what she needs it to. But those plans were for later. The colonel informed them of the rules of engagement this mission - no mercy, no holding back; it complimented these two huntresses well - and asked for anything else before their mission. Perry's mind, while naturally on the run with a multitude of questions, remained silent. None of them were imperative to know for this mission. They only fed her anxiety.

[color=6ecff6]“Tons, but they're not about the mission.”[/color] Perry joked nervously. [color=6ecff6]“The green light is all I needed, Colonel.”[/color]

Perry stepped into the sewer pipe with her boot sinking slightly into the nauseous sludge. The rancid fecal smell was burning her nose, but attempted to ignore it, trying instead to keep all of her thoughts in order to focus on their goal. She looked behind her at Sterling expectantly, waiting for her to follow after. Perry heard some good things about the huntress. Naturally, she would have to, else-wise she wouldn't have graduated. Still, not many people were a reliable shot. The fact that she's centered a fighting style around sharpshooting and graduated speaks volumes of her skill. She tightened the left side of her robe around her waist and raised a curious eyebrow in Sterling's direction as she slowly paced ahead.

[color=6ecff6]“I've got a couple ideas, but in the end I've got to be the one to disarm the bomb. How do [i]you[/i] want to handle this?”[/color]