[b]"We're gonna clear the troops on three, then sprint for that ramp. Clear?"[/b]

Fiona nodded coolly, letting her finger rest lightly on the trigger of her rifle. As far as the combat situations went, so far she and Sara had the easy job of the three pairs, with a distracted enemy completely unprepared for their attack. It was over swiftly, Sara's MP7 and Fiona's ACR cutting down the ADVENT troopers before they could return fire. Fiona's weapon wasn't nearly as silent as Sara's, but in all the chaos that had already broken out, it wasn't likely to draw any more attention to them.

She vaulted smoothly over the windowsill behind Sara and crossed the distance to the ramp with speed, taking up a crouched position behind cover at the entrance.

[b]"It's your call if you want to go in there. If not, go and assist the other two at the power station. I'm going in."[/b]

[i]Want[/i] wasn't something Fiona gave herself the luxury of considering very often, because what she wanted was so very often impossible. She didn't consider it here, either. The choice was simple, really: no one had reported getting hit over their comms yet, and everyone else already had a partner to back them up. She wasn't about to let Sara go down there alone, regardless of how nervous this made her.

It was one way to get out of the cold, at least.

She clambered over the forklift behind Sara, mostly moving backwards to keep an eye on their rear. The smell was horrible, but nothing worse than what Fiona had dealt with many times before. The heat was intense, plasma fires mixed in with the regular, not unlike walking into an oven. The spray from the fire suppression system was a relief, all things considered.

Fiona stopped cold at Sara's halt signal, and then darted into her own cover at the call of an enemy sectoid. Sara sent a shotgun blast down the hall, while Fiona held off, peeking over the top of her cover and taking careful aim. Only so much ammunition to go through, after all. She ended up not needing to use any, as the alien wasn't concerned with fighting them, to the point where it was helpless to stop Sara from blowing it open point-blank with her shotgun.

Fiona moved up cautiously, again checking to their rear, and eyeing the sectoid corpse as she passed. Too damaged to be of interest, and she'd examined more than a few of its type before anyway. Her attention was then drawn where Sara's was, to the room with the bodies on the tables. Half horrified, half intrigued, Fiona lowered her weapon slightly and went to get a better look.

By Sara's report, they'd come to the same quick conclusion. Hybridization of humans and these sectoids. The thought made her skin crawl. It occurred to her to try bagging one of them, bring it out so she could study it... but the risk was too great. Most of these bodies were heavily damaged, either by the blast or the sectoid, and with the building burning and the way out partially blocked, it simply wasn't worth it.

And Sara was moving on. Fiona wasn't sure what drove her, but there was no place to question it now. She lifted her rifle again and kept close.

There was more rattling, the location of the sound difficult to pinpoint. "You hear that?" she asked. She didn't know if it was just the building falling apart from the blaze, or one of these hybrid aliens lurking out of sight. Both possibilities were bad.