[I]This might be a bit of a problem...[/I]

Hana was leaning forward on her chair, her chin resting on the back of her hand as she quietly observed the group of people off in the distance from the safety of the tank. With her free hand, Hana messed with one of the knobs on her dash until the most clear image coming in from the sights alerted her to the fact that although those people may not be dangerous, they were certainly armed. 

[I]Lovely, as if we needed to worry about drifters right now...[/I]

Before Hana could gather her thoughts, Drake communicated his plan to the team. It was a good thing he was on top of his game, and she had to admit she couldn't have come up with a better plan herself. Once he gave her the order, Hana donned her black, kevlar jacket which was hanging from the back of her stationary chair. The jacket had both front and back plates, as well as shoulder and elbow protection. The remaining exposed areas were made of a protective layer of fabric which shielded her from smaller bullets as well as knife attacks. Luckily for Hana, she had yet to put the strength of the garment to the test, but maybe she would soon find out...

"Smokey, a quick hand please?" Hana moved around behind her chair to where the tank's "hidden treasure" lay. The feeder was loaded and ready to go, but she wanted to get the standby ammunition ready in case they had to engage. Besides, once the first round goes off, no one's really certain just who's going to be near enough to hear it.