Sharkhunter, this is Central. You are cleared for Lima Romeo. Weapons hot, focused on eyes and ears. A pause. Oki took a moment, as she was prone on a roof overlooking the broadcast location from some distance away and the street laid out in front of her like a long corridor. She was concealed under some refuse and other things, looking like nothing more than junk against a rooftop from above and very little from the front. She observed, looking for the guards with scanners and comms - the nose end of her rifle's barrel was a tube of bound cloth that would deaden the sound and conceal the flash, provided she did not overuse it...
"Sharkhunter?" She thought quietly, searching for targets in range. "I've had stranger callsigns."
She knew this was no training exercise, but it also wasn't a complete extermination, either. This was not an op from the High Table after all, it was a surgical, precision action.
"Leave that action to Baba Yaga," she muttered, so low, that neither her radio nor anyone that wasn't right next to her could have heard.
The foremost plan was knocking down the scanners. The actual guards were targets once they were a real threat, in which case, her usual tactic was to drop them, quick and clean.
And there was other training, other plans, once engagement with the enemy turned the original plan into a pile of steaming mulemuffins.
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Date: 2025-01-16 01:18 am (UTC)A pause. Oki took a moment, as she was prone on a roof overlooking the broadcast location from some distance away and the street laid out in front of her like a long corridor. She was concealed under some refuse and other things, looking like nothing more than junk against a rooftop from above and very little from the front. She observed, looking for the guards with scanners and comms - the nose end of her rifle's barrel was a tube of bound cloth that would deaden the sound and conceal the flash, provided she did not overuse it...
"Sharkhunter?" She thought quietly, searching for targets in range. "I've had stranger callsigns."
She knew this was no training exercise, but it also wasn't a complete extermination, either. This was not an op from the High Table after all, it was a surgical, precision action.
"Leave that action to Baba Yaga," she muttered, so low, that neither her radio nor anyone that wasn't right next to her could have heard.
The foremost plan was knocking down the scanners. The actual guards were targets once they were a real threat, in which case, her usual tactic was to drop them, quick and clean.
And there was other training, other plans, once engagement with the enemy turned the original plan into a pile of steaming mulemuffins.