[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e4117d5f-65c8-4b8e-98df-5810a59267c5.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Near Eden, Golf Course (Treeline -> Copse of trees #7)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Stealth, Survival [hr][hr][/center]

	Singing? Really? If that guy had a death wish, that was his issue. If the old man threatened to give away their position because he couldn't get a tune out of his head, Thalia would be more than willing to help him give up the ghost. Quietly. As was her forte. At least it was generally her forte; she couldn't quite avoid the crunch of her hiking boots in what remained of the snow along the golf course she was currently crossing. For work such as this, she wasn't a fan of snow, either. Snow left clear tracks and made noise. Hopefully, they could get this messy work over and done before it became an issue. Thalia had gotten what she really hoped was an "all clear" from Thana, and had decided to make her move. 

	The ground was open. Not good for someone like Thalia who preferred cover and shadow. Her machete would be of little good across a field, so she moved it to her left hand and pulled her new Beretta. Considering where she had picked it up, she had to assume that it belonged to the man who had told her about her uncle and cousin's deaths, James. Well, for a man to carry it as a primary firearm, it had to be reliable. Full mag, chambered round, and right about then she really wished that she had a silencer. But for now, the angry young lady in the ashen skull facepaint began to make her way to a copse of trees nearing the middle of the course. The route she took put as many spots of trees between herself and their intended destination. Clear lines of sight were a liability if one attempted a quiet attack. 

	Of course, the concept of Quiet was a relative thing, especially considering the crunch crunch crunch of snow and the hazardous conditions that its melting provided. The attempt to "ninja" across an open golf course was already difficult to the extreme, and she [i]had[/i] to assume that the opposition was looking for them at every moment, every sound was ten times louder than it was. While Thalia wished that she had the forethought to get together some sort of camouflage, the thought of it was a little absurd with their timetable. Hopefully Sun Tzu was correct when he stated that a fast and clumsy attack was better than a slow but well thought one. 

	This sentiment was echoed as Thalia found herself slipping on a packed bit of ice and bellyflopping into the snow in front of her with a flat sound resembling the kicking of a half inflated basketball. Partly melted snow seeped into her jeans and into her shirt anywhere her leather jacket was not covering. Were she not prone, she would have facepalmed. With what little dignity she could muster, Thalia picked herself up and sprinted the remaining open distance to the central group of trees. With any luck, the Zeds scattered loosely around didn't take much notice. And if they did, she'd rather knife one out behind cover than out in the open.