Luciel winced and went stiff as the sniper made a remark on about the noise she had made while settling. Apparently she had not been quiet enough. [color=lightcoral] "See those men below? Near our building, keep an eye on them. And I don't mean shoot them, whenever they make a provocative. Or say, they are lifting their arms to me. Just inform me, when they are moving closer to us or away,"[/color] Luciel had quickly set her sights on them, her cold finger whirring softly over the trigger.

[COLOR=9932CC]"Aye aye,"[/color] came the short reply as she did her best to remain quiet. The group below didn't change their activity much at all however, and Luciel contemplated what type of role she would be put into in this new group of soldiers she found herself in. In prior missions within the regular Marine forces, her previous commanding officer had placed her on point many times. Looking back on those however, Luciel did realize that her current mission required more tact than she was used to. [Color=9932cc][i]He probably wants to properly guage me before assigning me to something I could screw up royally. I can't blame him for that.[/i][/color] 

Her eyes focused on the individuals making up the group of hostiles. They were all armed, that much was for sure. Upon closer inspection to the weapons themselves, Luciel could see they were all Misriah  models. [Color=9932cc]"Looks like Charlie vas right, Innies must be manufacturing arms for zemselves. Just give the vord venever you vant me to pop off some of zose smokes, Berne."[/color]