Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-13593058-20150920185714

Memories lowered her rifle having only unloaded four shots in total all of which landed their mark in a non-lethal fashion, either through the calves or shoulders. She observed the ground team from the cliff as they apprehended the suspected leader of the operation.

A comment from Lorretta came from the radio which unnerved her slightly but nonetheless let it slide to not cause a commotion over personal morals.

What bothered her the most was the origin of the rifle she held in her hand. A weapon from a dead White Fang operative, a marksman, no doubt a higher ranking individual, dead, savagely killed by the hill-side that posed an obvious strategic advantage to any tactician. The other factor was the odd lack of numbers on the ship for a group that was well funded with thousands of recruits everyday.

An educated guess, but worthwhile to mention, she reached for her communication unit to speak for the first time for all members to here, "Search for explosives and the location of a detonator."

Off in the distance, several low growls were heard accompanied by the flight of several murders of crows from their perches.

Memories turned to Lorretta off at a distance, still occupied with her target. She then turned to Alicia beside her, staring back with the same concern.

"Has to be that, does it not?" she remarked.