Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-13593058-20150831224350

Memories looked around their point of drop off while the two more well equiped members of her team scouted their objective. While the main target is the ship, observing your surroundings as is just important. The cliff itself was full of lush greenery and seemed very much alive even in the dark shadow of a storm. It was the perfect spot for anyone to set up a nest of sorts, any commander would have done it.

"But why not the White Fang?" she thought. Just then, her leg made contack with a fleshy surface which caused her look down. A spark of convenient lightning cracked through the sky lighting up the anomaly just enough to see. "That answers my question."

It was the body of a White Fang member, all shredded with chunks of his uniform gone along with the flesh. His or her face has been removed by the local wildlife but it was recent enough for no decomposition signs to be present. In its arms, a standard sniper rifle with 3 other clips on its belt.

Memories carefully retrieved at as if the body were going to re-animate itself and checked the weapon.

''"Four shots per clip, 7.63x51 mm NATO, semi-automatic." she looked through the scope to check its sights, "Not far, but it will do." She finished her scouting with a frustrated sigh, "I wished I really didn't know how to use this."''

With nothing to attack her despite the sign of a dead scout, she returned to the cliff side with weapon in hand.