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[color=f7941d][i]Comms linked already – makes things simpler.[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d]“Understood,”[/color] answered Callie, even as she flicked through the channels on the radio module linked to her earpiece.  She allowed herself a smile down at Mikey.  [color=f7941d]“Chin up, soldier – wrapped up soon enough.”[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Liar.  You of everyone know how fast complications can reach out to throttle you.[/i][/color]

Callie shoved that thought to the back of her mind, replacing it with thoughts of lines of sight and hard cover as she retreated towards the centre of the roof.  Another part of it focused on the portal she was conjuring; another, instinctive, secured Charter and her rifle; and yet another finally found the right channel.

That she had the right channel for Manila’s branch of the Philippine National Police would hopefully be put down to her training and work with the Philippine Army and then Task Force Obsidian rather than anything more surreptitious.

[color=f7941d]“This is Private Lidmann to the police tasked here,”[/color] Callie said, resisting the slight chill and bluster of wind as the portal snapped open to a couple of hundred metres above the camp, simultaneously she unclipping her current magazine to fit a new one, entirely filled with red-tipped bullets.  [color=f7941d]“I’m your eye in the sky; move in on the targets I mark.  Primary weapons neutralised but they may still have sidearms.”[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Thank the refugees for turning the undergrowth and soil to dust; little risk of grass fires…  He just[/i] punched a truck.[/color]  Callie blinked as she settled herself into position, gazing through Charter to assess the battlefield below.  [color=f7941d][i]That route’s gone.  Good.[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Though.[/i][/color]  A quick adjustment to her spyglass to zero in on a man crouched behind the corner of a building, the wreck of his motorcycle behind him, clearly hoping to make a run for it around the beached technical.  Callie tutted, then expanded her view again.   [color=f7941d][i]They’re already moving to cut it off; makes this easier.[/i]  “West, a dozen metres from the perimeter breach.”[/color]

She squeezed the trigger.  Another gunshot joined those echoing across the camp – and then, a moment afterwards, distance made from her weapon at the speed of shot, a miniature comet lit and streaked down, glowing orange-red even in the light of the sun.  It landed on target in a puff of dust and tiny, round specks heated and cooled to glass, three paces ahead of a suddenly scrambling dismounted gunman.

Callie shifted her position; zoomed; zoomed out.  [color=f7941d]“South-West, fleeing into a shelter seven metres East from the main crossroads.[/color]  BANG; another trail of fire.  Shifted her position.  Zoomed; zoomed out.  [color=f7941d]“North, injured, crawling along the perimeter fence.[/color]  BANG.  Shifted her position.  Zoomed…  Zoomed out.  [color=f7941d]“Centre, group of three, moving to reinforce technical.  Suppressing.”[/color]  A burst of three rounds, slamming into the ground inches ahead of them.  She blinked the sweat out of her eyes.

[color=f7941d][i]The mighty A-rank Arms Master, cowering above the field…[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]This is where I’m most useful, forcing chaos into coordination.[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]…and where I won’t get anyone hurt.[/i][/color]