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Lilliane's thought through pretty much every scenario she could. Even while watching the unfolding chaos in front of her, she couldn't figure out the specifics of what was going on. Like her, they all seemed to have special abilities. She couldn't exactly plan for it. They weren't just warm bodies anymore. Who exactly [i]did[/i] her majesty send over the pond to deliver a single pallet? No, that wasn't right. It must have been something else. The pallet must have just been a [i]"might as well"[/i] part of a general's plan. Not like she had any issue with that. If their objectives aligned, they were welcome.

The explosions were no help to her thoughts. Landmines? Tripwires and grenades? She could deal with them with her ability. 

She had to choose between the pallet and the lives of people. If a stray mortar came to hit the pallet, there would be no form of protection for it. She just had to get this to end before that happened, eh?

In just a brief few seconds, her outfit completely changed. The raggedy coat and pants she wore to blend in had been taken off. What was revealed was a deep red dress shirt, snow-white pants and vest. Like some sort of magician, those crappy clothes that she held in her hand dropped onto the pallet. Still clutched in her hand was a large, fur-trimmed vanilla jacket. She threw it on, getting up from the palette that she had thought on.

She had a plan. Though, a plan was only good until the first arrow was fired. She'd work with what she had.

What she had was someone who got shot and nearly detonated but still had the will to shoot someone in the face, an apparent healer who escaped some seriously fucked up trap (seriously—rope would have sufficed), and a woman with a tank. She could work with that.

Rushing forward to the cover of the tank, she would make her advance. Marvels of war, tanks were really. Somehow, the poorly named Englishwoman had the ability to fit one in her pocket for just such an occasion. She would be shocked but these days, everything was going up shit's creek. Plus, the existence of such abilities weren't new to her. So long as she could protect the tank from explosives, she and the rest of her sudden comrades could reach the fort safely. Maybe the Russian a little less so unless he wanted to carry that steel plate in front of his head. He seemed to be good at carrying things.