Sync check, babe. Comms up? slides a magazine into her rifle with a click.
GTG. Msr Tactical briefing. Stick close. straps her rifle to her back and heads towards the door
glances back with a small smile Good, let’s roll. Time’s ticking. opens the door and heads out
I love you too, hon. Now let's hustle. Time to turn lead into gold. starts walking briskly down the corridor
Yeah, well... gotta make it worth our while. nudges Freshel playfully Now come on, we're not here to bicker. quickens her pace
walks up behind you and wraps arms around your waist
Nice try, hon. We're on the clock. Save it for later. gently pushes Freshel away and continues walking
Msr Tactical. Our target’s in sight. Eyes sharp. moves swiftly through the corridor
Armor up! Suit up, suit up! Hurry it up! We don't have time for slowpoke theatrics. taps foot impatiently
<As Leah and Freshel enter the Msr Tactical room, they find themselves face-to-face with their enemy. A fierce battle ensues, leaving both Leah and Freshel severely injured.>
No time for banter, hon. Focus. grabs her wounded arm
Copy that, hon. Eye on the prize. No time for pleasantries. adjusts her grip on her rifle