So she was still insisting they didn't come. Angela was quick to defy Fareeha's wishes for them to stay passive. Eventually the fighting would get to them regardless where they went to hide, no question about it. When they recieved the coordinates of the location, the Lieutenant pulled up a map of the area on the dashboard console. He pinpointed the area and sighed.

"They're in a bad spot... Doctor, are you sure you want to do this?" Florian looked to the woman beside him. Angela nodded her head in affirmation.

"Don't make me start second guessing myself, Lieutenant. Get this helicopter off the ground. I'll use my suit to descend to the ground safely. You find a better place to land the helicopter and join up with us. If it's too dangerous, I give you permission to abandon the mission and leave me here. I will be fine." Angela instructed, returning to her seat.

Florian seemed unsure, but followed orders without hesitation. He started up the engines again and lifted off, flying the short distance to where Fareeha's coordinates were. Florian hovered over the area. "Go quickly!" He urged.

Angela opened the side door of the helicopter, taking a deep breath and jumping from the edge with her gear. Her suit did incredible things, and gliding through the sky was one of the main ones. The Swiss woman peered at the area, then spotted a familiar female rocketeer on the ground. Directing her suit to carry her to the woman, she drifted down to the ground, landing perfectly. She'd done this a thousand times. She was just thankful that the omnics were busy with other targets on the ground rather than shoot her out of the sky.

"Fareeha..." The name left Angela's pink lips in a tone of bittersweetness. She was thankful to see her, but this was in the midst of combat. It was no storybook reunion.

"I know you told me to stay but this is my duty. Just as it is your duty to protect these people at all costs..." Her eyes drifted to the wound on the younger woman's shoulder. "You're hurt. Come here, let me have a look. Soldiers are no good held back by wounds." Angela stepped closer to inspect the bloody mess that had become of the injury. "You haven't let a medic take a look at you. This is a bad wound."