[color=7b8973][h3]SPC "Mikey" Rangel[/h3][hr][b]BRP [i]Jose Rizal[/i] - 12/25/2022, 5:03, UTC+8[/b][/color][hr]Mikey glanced up at Griff, just briefly. She couldn't see so much as sense his uncertainty, but it didn't worry her. Whatever doubts he had about his ability to act when the chips were down, she didn't share them.

The corner of her mouth did curl up at one corner as his stance shifted to mirror hers. [color=7b8973][i]Square up, big guy.[/i][/color] The grin faded, by degrees. [color=7b8973][i]This fight's gonna make that little scuffle at the refugee camp look like a playground scrap.[/i][/color]

She focused her attention back on the Admiral. [color=7b8973]"Alrighty then. We hang out on board the [i]Jose Rizal[/i] until the fleets meet. The PRC Arms Masters--preferably just Cao Bao--should make their presence known on the [i]Guandong[/i], either as part of their own operations or just to spring a trap on us. That's fine on our side, because we're half-expecting them to do it anyway, and whoever else they want to throw at us is almost as good a target anyway."[/color] She paused, frowning. [color=7b8973]"Sounds simple when you put it like that. Uh, admiral."[/color] 

She glanced over at Callie. The other American on the task force was obviously more than competent, but Mikey had to admit that the degree to which the plan rested on her powers made her nervous. If Callie was taken out--or even just forced to retreat separately... Well, Mikey was at least somewhat confident she could get out. Cristina probably could, as well. But what about the soldiers they'd bring with them? What about Henri, or Nil--or Griff?

She chewed on her lip. No reason to say anything at the moment. After all, she didn't have a better plan--she would just have to make sure this one worked.