When he announced the presence of stealthed targets Ginger didn't quite know what he expected to happen. A "roger" or two, maybe some mundane gunfire in the general direction if someone managed to spot it. A rifle boom and a sudden appearance of a headless mutant, even. The sudden surge of bright green laser fire pummeling the field wasn't quite what he had imagined. However, it worked, and marvelously so. The dark skinned nightkin lay in a smoldering heap not far from him along with a few other unlucky smoldering heaps.

[b]"Nice shootin' Tex,"[/b] he quipped through to Bear.

Chatter over the comms was becoming intense. He had seen wanamingos, floaters and their like from a distance and he wanted to keep it that way. He would go toe-to-toe with your average supermutant any day, but those damn abominations were too far over on the scale of bad to just plain wrong. Everything about them, the way they looked, the way the moved, the way they killed, it made him shudder and his skin crawl. [i]Disgusting things will stay back if they know what's good for 'em,[/i] he mumbled to himself.

Several times over he repeated his routine; load a charge, aim, pop a mutant. Everywhere, sins against nature met their end in pieces at the nasty end of an electromagnetic explosion. Before long the serene Seattle landscape was covered in mutant bits, the noise was dying down and his targets were becoming scarce. He was taking a second to re-adjust, check his ammunition reserves and consider seeking a better vantage point when Deathstroke's voice came over the comms again. Time to move. That was just fine with him. This spot was getting rather corpsey anyway.

[b]"Yes, Sir,"[/b] he confirmed.

Bear and Golem were hard to miss pressing forward toward the city. Ginger was on his feet quickly and made his way toward them as fast as his equipment would allow. Though it had the ability to make the user faster and stronger it came at a price and at the end of the day it was still power armor. The squad came together soon and they made for the buildings on the edges of the metro area. For just a minute they stopped in a badly damaged little building. Deathstroke had been watching the broken skyline intently and Phoenix double checked that Whisper would remain stable after her rampage. He kept watch, making sure they hadn't been followed, lay his finger beside the trigger of his rifle and watched the entrances. Looking away for only a second he rolled out his shoulders, took a deep breath and... what was that smell? Sniffing the air he turned to look over his shoulder toward the door. Where there had only just been nothing he found an absolutely horrific looking Winter standing among them. The man looked, and reeked, like he had taken a few laps around a supermutant blood swimming pool.

[b]"What. The. Fuck..."[/b] he said slowly and deliberately, [b]"What in the nine hells happe--"[/b] 

Winter cut him off, before he could say anything more [b]"Don't ask. I went hand to hand with a dozen mutants. Just... don't ask. But one thing you can know is that super mutants are [i]really... really[/i] heavy,"[/b] he said in a fast tone.

[b]"No shit,"[/b] Tristan was glad nobody could see his facial expressions under his helmet.

No time for banter. Deathstroke was already calling out orders. Despite that, he held up a fist for Winter. Winter grinned and wiped off the blood from his hand on the wall before he fist bumped Ginger.

[b] "Good god, mate,"[/b] he said, in the most Imperial British accent heard to date. Invisibly grinning back, Tristan decided the freaks in this squad might not be so bad after all.

He listened carefully to the orders being doled out to each of them, prioritizing, organizing and memorizing. It wasn't hard to understand. The four of them were to stick together and head for the Needle. They were to kill anything that moved, they were to destroy anything in their way and under no circumstances what-so-ever were they to be subtle about it. He was positively bursting. There was no way this day could get better. However, it could get worse. He didn't relish the thought of going down into a vault, much less a vault exposed to FEV, even if it was for the sole purpose of uprooting the supermutant population. His thoughts turned back to his training in Eagle Claw. When they... Just for coming from a vault... No. He wouldn't let himself think of that sick, twisted little test. Not right now. Needless to say he accepted the duo of Rad-X capsules from the squad leader with gratitude. Removing his helmet to take them gave him the last breath of "fresh" air he would have until the job was done and let him shake the sweat from his hair and face. He popped the pills quickly, pushed his hair out of his eyes and slid the helmet back into place, re-calibrating his armor and taking it's true weight back off his shoulders. Everybody understood what was to happen next and it was time to move out.

[b]"Catch you guys back at the virtibird for smokes,"[/b] he said with a casual salute to the squad members he was leaving behind. He followed Bear and Golem out of the building with Phoenix.