Faking things wasn't something Angela was a professional at. She wasn't an actress. But being a doctor, a common deliverer of bad news, she was good at putting up fronts. She could easily make concern very convincing, especially in this case. As well, she could act strong in the face of total exhaustion, another trait from her medical background. When Fareeha stormed out, beginning the act, the doctor followed, feigning words of concern to trick the medical personnel in view.

"Fareeha, you're in no condition to be going back out there! Why won't you listen? Fareeha, please!" She protested, brows furrowed in worry. However, she resigned from her preference for the injured soldier to stay, looking resolute as Fareeha equipped herself with a weapon and ammunition. "I won't let you go back out there alone then."

The doctor followed the Egyptian woman back out into the heat of the sun, walking towards the Talon agents, whose truck was still parked, patiently awaiting the answer. Thankfully those back in the medical tent were too busy to follow Angela and Fareeha to ask questions.

The talon operative that Angela had spoken to previously approached them.

"Do you have your answer?" He asked.

"We'll go with you. Now it's your turn to act on your part of the deal." Angela answered, looking the man in the eyes. He nodded his head and motioned to the two other agents who were standing nearby.

"Start distributing the supplies, boys." He commanded, before looking to the pair of women. "Sit in the back of the truck. I'll drive you to our chopper, and we'll take you to our base. The soldiers we promised will be en route to this location shortly, once I radio back to command to send them."

Angela nodded her head, taking Fareeha's hand and guiding her quickly to the side of the military truck. The back seats were empty, while there was an agent in the passenger seat. Angela helped Fareeha get into the vehicle, glancing around the compartment. The windows were tinted which made it hard for anyone outside of the vehicle to see into it, and the air conditioning in the vehicle was on, making it comfortably cold. There were a few supplies sitting in the front, but Angela's eyes trained on the medkit on the dashboard. She reached forward and tapped the shoulder of the agent in the passenger seat.

"Are there painkillers in that medkit?" She asked. The agent reached for the container and opened it up, handing over a small packet of pills and a bottle of water from a case sitting on the floor.

"One of you wounded?" The female agent asked. It almost felt strange to hear a woman's voice come from behind the black ski mask and bulky armor.

"Both of us, actually, but she has it worse." Angela explained, opening up the packet and handing the pills over to her companion as well as the bottle of water. "Take these, Fareeha. If anything they'll help dull the ache until we can get something stronger."