Ronan merely rolled his eyes.  Angeline was just plain tempting fate.  He beckoned to the rest of the operatives to follow him.  Knowing how to be quiet, the commando rappelled down quietly and took advantage of the dense forest cover.  Ronan was on overwatch against any enemy patrols.  "Overwatch..."  Any enemy patrols that threaten the group, he had his shotgun trained on them.  A machete was readied in case of close encounters too.  Though in case the entire group needed a clean getaway and a distraction, a single flashbang was on his hip, ready to be thrown.

The siblings took hint and followed suit.  They weren't as quiet as Ronan was, as Shahab had heavier weapons.  Laleh readied her dart gun and her assault rifle.  The dart gun can accept a variety of darts to mend or murder from a distance.  She really hates close quarters battle as she found it too risky against Xenos.  Shahab on the other hand was fond of louder means of combat.  He still could melee in a pinch though, owing to his heavy weaponry.  Machineguns and grenade launchers didn't seem to be suitable, but a buttstroke from either was powerful enough to bruise at best and fracture a skull at worst!

All three were in a triangular position, covering all potential angles they could.  This mission required teamwork to pull it off well.  Ronan whispered over the comms, "Don't fuck this up."  Shahab and Laleh nodded, "No need to tell us twice."