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Dostya spent most of the time waiting for the others to come in basking in the serene silence that Cipher’s nullification field offered, putting a gag on her muse for even a few minutes was a simply sublime respite from its eternal enthusiastic suggestions. She was almost sad that they were going out again, but the chance to test her latest tweaks in a combat situation was at least a partial concession, something to look forward to. The group she was going to be with where going to be a little difficult to deal with: The child higher in rank than her didn’t want to be there and she was pretty sure that Pinpoint didn’t like her. Dostya always had the impression that the woman was looking at her with distaste whenever the two crossed paths. At least she would have Blink, she did like to see him and her own machines working together and he was rather amicable once you got past his blunt exterior and barbed tongue. Fortunately for her, she had thick skin. She’d grafted it on herself. Echidna was in her experience nice to be around, even if her perception of reality was a little of center.

After unfurling herself from the floor and joining the procession of Children preparing for departure Dostya made a brief detour to what could be considered the children’s an armory. While keeping the weapons of the children locked up might seem rather pointless when some of their natural abilities were equivalent to WMDs it was nonetheless sensible to not leave munitions and firearms lying about their living area

After some consideration of their mission, sneaky wolf monsters, and team, that already included a sharpshooter, she decided to go with the GAU-8 Avenger.  This 30 mm hydraulically driven seven-barrel Gatling-type autocannon was something that she had brought home from one mission that had been near a historical war exhibit, where she had ripped it out of the warthog aircraft that it was built around the enormous weapon. Despite its antiquated design it was hard to argue against the effectiveness of something that could spray a target with 65 spearhead sized hunks of metal, all flying a velocity of a thousand m/s, in a single second. While nowhere near the devastating potential of their telekinetic, it was considerably more reliable. A perforated sidewalk was preferable to the possibility of severe structural collapse of any nearby buildings.

Hefting the 3M long gun, mounting it’s ammo feeder atop her abdomen, she made her way to gate 4, smiling as she saw Blink already there. She trotted over to join him and the silent gate guard.