No. 3 nodded at her sister's assessment. "Right. Trying to climb from the outside will just get us seen by one of those ships. Though, if they sound alarms while we're inside the tower, we could end up trapped." She let out a little sigh. "Screw it. I'm tired cowering like a scared child. Let's march in there and bring the fight to them." She felt her nanobots buzzing, getting ready to manufacture more blades for her. "We'll stay quiet if we can, but I'm not going to avoid trouble any more. It's about time we kill some of these Varden."

With that, her she snapped her invisibility back on and dashed into the open front doors of the tower. If it was a trap, good. She had some frustration to vent. A small blade appeared in each of her hands. She gripped them loosely, ready to let them fly at a moment's notice. Yes, it felt more natural to throw them than to stab someone with them, though she would do that too if necessary. Her eyes darted left and right, scanning for any source of life. Woe be to the first Varden whose head popped up, for he would just as quickly find a blade lodged in his skull.