[color=gray]Sara watched as the drifters approached. She could only see them as silhouettes from their distance. When Drake gave her command of the tank while he climbed out, she nodded slowly, [color=white][b]"Sure thing."[/b][/color]

She looked to the driver, [color=white][b]"We're too close to the road still. Bring it behind that hill crest over there, keep the hull down behind it with the turret peaking over the crest."[/b][/color]

Sara grabbed her assault rifle and pulled the bolt back, loading a bullet from the magazine. As the tank moved, Sara climbed up into the commander position. She poked her head out from the top of the turret and looked down a pair of binoculars. [color=white][b]"Alright, everybody listen up. We don't know if these drifters are a threat or not. Keep the weapons tight. If they spot us and start approaching, we'll give them one warning shot. If they don't leave, we put our war faces on. Clear?"[/b][/color]

Sara had encountered drifters before. They were intimidating, but some of them were kind hearted and welcoming. She hopes that is the case with the drifters fast approaching.[/color]