The morning air was harsh and relentless, a bitter reminder for Carlotta that her body could seldom handle cold weather for extended periods of time. Even though she’d been in and out of very similar climate for the past ten years, it certainly didn’t get easier for her. She had lived in Canada, sure, but that's not where she had spent most of her life.

The woman worked in silence alongside her team. She moved swiftly yet carefully, as the smallest mistake would surely end in not only her death, but in the death of the rest of her teammates. When the time came, she repelled down the cliff with ease, having done the same thing countless of times before. Nevertheless, her pulse increased just the slightest, and the adrenaline that coursed through her body kept her on high alert. But she preferred that to complacency.

Once they had made it inside and were given the order by Sara, Carlotta moved behind David, ready to cover him in the event that something went wrong. But she simply watched as he took down the guard, her expression indifferent as the trooper was killed. Better him than her, that's for sure. 

"Give me a second," she replied to David once he dumped the corpse. She knelt down next to the dead guard and conducted a quick search for anything of use. A second later, she located what felt like an ID. She pulled it out and pocketed the card without so much as looking it over. Maybe it could be of use to gain access later on, and it surely didn't hurt to have it, although right now they were on a bit of a time restraint. She tapped David twice on the shoulder as she subconsciously tightened the grip on her M9. "Ready when you are."