It hung in the air for a long moment with no one speaking. Selene imported the view from Snake’s visor to her own to see what was going on. Both men looked young and poorly disciplined. Dressed in ill-fitting clothing and pieces of body armor, they didn’t look like the terrors her mind had conjured. Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Snake evidently saw the light go in her eyes and arched an eyebrow, barely visible through his visor.

[color=0076a3]“I think I can lure them Snake,”[/color] she whispered. He nodded briskly, eager to be moving she supposed.

[color=0076a3]“Knives,”[/color] she whispered to the nearby marines. They might not use actual knives of course, the power assist of the armor was more than sufficient to make an open handed blow lethal, but it gave the right impression. With a deft move she reached up and manually powered off her helmet speakers, then lifted her visor. This was no time to make mistakes. She cleared her throat and aimed her voice at the door using the acoustics of the stairwell to carry it to the insurgents.

[color=0076a3]“Go home silly you’ve had way too much to drink,”[/color] she called in a soft feminine contralto. She embellished it with a throaty giggle. The insurgents heads came up, their grips tightening on their rifles before the gender of the speaker and the words disarmed them. Most colonies were a little behind the curve when it came to women in combat roles. The pair exchanged sly, wicked grins and started to saunter towards the stair well. It didn’t look like they had murder in mind. Unlike the marines of course. She locked her visor down and took a step back to give the professionals room to work.