Kalte listened closely and inspected the map with experienced eyes. When Fareeha finished speaking, he took a moment to think before he opened his mouth. Angela stood idly by, not having the knowledge of military tactics that these two did. However, she'd need to know what the plan was so that she could make the most of her own capabilities as an advanced medic.

Kalte pointed to the position on the map where the Swiss companies would infiltrate. "Once your jumpers distract the omnic with an assault from the skies, my companies can press forward from here. If your scouts are correct and the omnics are fortified on these positions," He motioned to the portions on the map that showed where the heaviest omnic defenses were. "We can split the two companies to spread out. If I know the omnics like I do, they're most deadly when their targets are clustered together. Especially those Bastion units. So, when my companies move in, we'll form up around the omnics in a wide pattern and try to take out as many as we can. Even if they take some of us out, the more we weaken their defenses from the ground, the harder you guys can hit them from above, and the less danger you'll be in. A few of my troops are equipped with grenade launchers attached to their rifles, including my own. The Bastion units will be killed if they sit in sentry mode. We can force them to stand up and move, which weakens their defense."

Angela continued to be impressed by the Captain. If he survived this assault, he'd surely go on to lead more missions alongside Fareeha, so long as the Swiss remained deployed here.

Kalte looked to Fareeha, determination in his eyes. "Doctor Ziegler would need to be somewhere else, as opposed to with those on the frontlines if she wishes to be safe and make use of her healing. It's the best plan that I can think of for the ground troops to follow, but it is still very dangerous. In twenty-two years of service, I've ever done missions harder than those that are against the omnics."

Angela's eyes widened a bit in surprise; twenty-two years? That was more military service than most people she knew. Even some senior officers didn't have that amount of time spent enlisted. However, she didn't take lightly to the fact that he wanted her to stay off of the frontlines.

"Captain Kalte, with all due respect, I disagree with where you would prefer me to be. I am not a soldier, but my place is not on the backlines of the fight. I will go where I am needed. I will go where the wounded are." She insisted.

Kalte looked to the doctor, and for a moment, she could almost see defiance in his gaze, but he quickly nodded his head. "Very well, Doctor. But know how valuable you are. You are the best doctor in the world for what you can do. Losing you means losing many more people than we would if you remained safe."