Bethan nodded to the two amazons, chuckling to the reply. Something gave her a feeling she might be seeing them again sometime. They seemed to be disaproving of their boss, like they knew the reality even more than even the merc did round here of how it worked and why, but charmed enough to stay by his side, loyal as ever. With a polite nod, she acknowledged them, a silent communication, beyond language just saying that the respect was there, and after the merc had left with his two bodyguards, the Welsh woman knew the plan she'd come out with may have sunk a little in. It was passable, but then again, nothing ever worked to plan here, as she stood up, following along with the team, listening and absorbing what they both had to said. When it came to ammo count, she gave the reply for him and Sean: "Oddly enough, yeah. Both of us are using nine mil, Parabellum. I've got a Glock and Sean a Sig, eighteen in each mag, one mag spare each." Bethan replied, following along, taking in what both the two of them had to say about the plan. To say the least, as per her prior thoughts- yeah, more could be done, and it would have to be the flow of it. In her head, if they could at least get the truck to slow, hitting it from another angle was a possibility, a half-chance, but one they could exploit. Shooting the driver with pistols would be risky as hell, but...well, it left some creativity to mind. Some she could already start clocking on her head, replying to Yekatarina first. "Hmm...well, I do have another idea. Stopping that truck will be tough, likely they won't have any reason to...slums are busy but that screws our escape too. If we can slow this truck down in the open, one of us gals driving the Caddy can slow down the truck, Yekatarina probably, then one of these two lads can clamber onto the passenger side of the truck from another angle. Smash, or shoot out the passenger window somehow. They never said it had to be intact. They'll be a release to open it, and maybe, maybe, a 20 second window we can put a gun to his head and the rest of us can leap aboard, the Caddy can follow. Floor it and if anyone follows, we can put foot to floor. Driver might not cooperate, so one of us is likely on hostage duty, the other is flooring it." Pointing to Sean and Hayden, Bethan knew the reply she'd immediately get. "Really, you suppose I'll fucking grab the mirror, hang on for dear life and just point a gun at a guy who's driving a truck with valuable cargo?" Sean angrily replied, Bethan shrugging in reply. "Fifth time today, I'm telling ya Sean...got any better ideas?" "I was literally thinking you two got your tits out and the guy might stop. There, missy fuckin' smart. Don't fucking say I don't think for myself. Way I see it, we're gonna get into a feckin' shootout no matter what and if there's a truck and a driver left alive, we're gonna be fucking grand." Sean couldn't help himself, knowing that while she might want to pop him right here nad now, he felt it was worth just throwing it back now. "Jesus, Sean. You really are a cunt. That's why you're nominated. The rest of us can buy us time before you get capped." Bethan wryly chuckled, annoyed yet somehow, a little amused at this, as she looked over to Yekatarina and Hayden, adjusting the boonie cap she was wearing, aware when they got out she'd have to take it off to fit her part. "Shit, I don't know what else then. Let's see what we can do. And let's find this car. Though...wait, Katarina, you've got a fire axe, right? That uhh....might be another idea." And on that note, they rounded the corner, walking towards the outer edge of the compound, looking for the ancient Cadillac that was promised. A luxury vehicle by the standard of this place, it felt like, the atmosphere felt like poverty and the air thicker than blood that would fill the streets when, not if, the war went really hot. So far Bethan and Sean could just feel it was tentative, the comings of a fight that was going to blow open the moment someone got a feeling they could do some real damage. No news would want to report on this mess...a lot of people could die and people who had nothing were going to have everything that they had left taken from them. Bethan felt sorry for them. Sean didn't. He couldn't help but feel that while they were sorry bastards, so were they in this point in time, and they'd be joining in. He couldn't say he had the same empathy, because it beat prison right now, and he had very little to lose. His partner didn't particularly care, and to be honest, he knew the anarchy that was coming might be something he might be a bit more accustomed to than a normal fight. -- The Caddy wasn't the prettiest, but it would do, Bethan whistling as she saw it, opening the passenger door and leaping in. Bethan had the chance to check under her seat, finding a small dossier folder, showing it across to the others. "Hmm. Interesting. It's an orange MAN. Looks like it's from 20 years ago, looks...well, like an utter piece of shit. Has Dry Trail markings all over it. Recon photo looks like it isn't too older either. Canvas-topped, so has some room to squeeze in the back." She commented, Sean pulling a map from a book holder in the back, dusting it off and bringing it to bear. "Got a map here, Yekatarina. Alright...where are we...right, got us. So head out of here, I think we're close to the center, main highway down towards Balilon, take it for three miles then take a right and it should put us straight into the middle of what looks like the slum, and the main road out to the south-west. Slums change a lot, so we'll look like we stick out like a sore thumb when we arrive. Faster we find this thing the better." Sean added, flicking through, pointing out the highway, and a rough route into the slum- the map not showing the horrid mess that was the shanty town, but the rough tracks and trails that would likely cut through. Adjusting his baseball cap, he folded the map over a few times, sliding it through and over towards the Russian, knowing it was probably better for her to have it to hand now than him, then looking to the Canuck with a resolved glance, thinking about what this would turn into if it all went pete tong. "Yeah, but remember we're all poorer than them right now given our current predicament, so let's not fuck this up. What we thinking, Sean and Hayden bail, then us two keep going when we're in position?" Bethan retorted, checking her Glock and rechambering the mag, giving a subtle cock, tsking audibly.