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[right][sub][color=6666aa]"One of the bombs is down. I'm going to investigate...[/color][/sub][/right] 

Binx had to mentally curse about one of her charges being disposed of, however it gave them knowledge to someone's location. A trade-off in her book. Listening for any other sounds going on around her Binx came to find that there was none. Strange in it of itself. There should be at least Adam thunder-footing around [i]somewhere[/i] but she couldn't even hear him. Something seemed off. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled in anticipation. There was a slight change to the atmosphere around her that wasn't attributed to the environment she found herself in. Someone was going to come crawling through vents. It was only smart seeing as they had two, three if Kingfisher was included, who could easily traverse above the rooms without being spotted. And if Binx was honest, it would be difficult to place their exact locations with how silent they could be. Though with the amount of charges placed in the vent systems it would be difficult for them to diffuse them without them going off. Hairpin triggers make for better messes.

There was too much radio silence for Binx' liking, opting to provide some commentary to her teammates, all of which just included her making random noises and complaining about how bored she was. Nothing of true substance. Nothing of importance. But it was enough to cut the edge that they were all undoubtedly experiencing. Seeing as how [i]no one[/i] took her advice about funneling the enemy towards them and instead felt the need to go off on their own. She rolled her eyes so hard she gave herself a headache. [sub][color=#C14025][i]'This is why we fucked up last mission... does anyone wanna listen to me? Nooooooo. What does bomb girl know. Imma senior for a fuckin' reason...'[/i][/color][/sub] Looking over to her left she spotted the observer cam passed to her by Nightstalker, [color=#C14025]"Best put it on, won't do no harm."[/color] Once it was in place and on, the gear made a soft whirring noise as it kicked on. Anyone with some EMPs would easily take out the hardware and that would leave their own sniper at a disadvantage. Binx shrugged at the thought. It wasn't gonna do the opposition any good anyways. If everything went according to plan then they would have enough time to get the bomb to detonate without issues. 

Speaking of which, as she sat and waited the Texan had had enough time to go through and observe the package they had been given. No doubt as soon as she armed it it would announce her presence to the others. Enemy and friendly alike. That was fine. She had enough charges to provide a buffer before the others could come and regroup. Just need to detonate one. Upon opening the bag she took notice of all the contents. Instructions be damned as they were in German, her mind drifting over to Erik - probably in a perch - a smug grin on his face taunting her about her lack of his language. [color=#C14025]"Well, [b][i]HAH[/i][/b], jokes on you dude..."[/color] the mutterings of a woman at work passed under her breath as she dug around the contents, glancing at the hardware before connecting wires she pulled from her bag from the timer to the choke and lever. Once satisfied it was as simple as fiddling with the lever and choke before beeps went off, signalling it was now live. As she pulled the black lever back up, [color=#C14025]"[i]I speak bomb.[/i]"[/color]
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