[color=fff200][b]Siara Volnert[/b][/color]

[color=fff200]"Charlie here. We'll keep an eye out, over."[/color] Siara responded professionally through her commlink.

Although she had already been keeping close watch over the vicinity even before the call, hearing Terry's words pushed her to redouble her efforts in vigilance. Perched upon an elevated vantage point on the roof with her electrum wings deployed, Siara's profile could be likened to that of an eagle standing guard over its nest... or a little gargoyle with a pair of binoculars. It depends on who you ask.

While she mostly focused on the corner roads that would lead nowhere else but the abandoned factory, she'd occasionally put down her binoculars to survey the broader area that would normally be made impassable by other buildings and infrastructure, as well as the surrounding air-space, just in case.

There were a few times when stragglers wandered into her established surveillance zone, but none of them quite reached the level of "suspicious individual" and quickly left after scratching their heads.

[color=bc8dbf]"Good to go?"[/color]

Taken out of her single-minded focus, Siara turned to her partner. 

[color=fff200]"They're done already?"[/color] Her brows raising in slight astonishment, Siara absentmindedly put her binoculars back to her utility belt and walked over to the hole to see that, yes, the meeting was over and John was already leaving.

Absentmindedly depositing her binoculars to her utility belt, Siara stood and walked over to the hole to see that yes, the meeting was finished, and John was already leaving. 

[color=fff200]"That was quick."[/color] No complications, no incidents, no false alarms, it was almost too perfect. But she guessed it was just one of those days. It's not like every operation was destined to go awry. 

[color=fff200]"Alright."[/color] With a small shrug, she turned towards Allie, her lips curving up to a sweet smile. 

[color=fff200]"Let's go."[/color] Stretching her wings a bit, she opened her arms towards her expectantly. 

"Tell me why..." Siara froze, as a voice whispered through the comm. links. 

"...Why are you here? Why are any of you here? You had a choice, right? So... so why would anyone actually choose this?" She was confused at first as to who was speaking, but the more the voice talked, the more she recognized it. 

[color=fff200]"Karrsh..."[/color] She muttered to herself, her earlier smile turning into a concerned frown. Karrsh was one of the more unfortunate ones who've lost more of their humanity than others. "More machine than man", he calls himself. While technically true, Siara liked to believe that he was no less human than any of them... at least at where it counts. 

"Uh, never mind..." 

Siara unconsciously remained in her awkward pose as her mind was embroiled in an inner turmoil, vigorously debating if she should or should not answer, and if so, how would she answer? Her goal had always been to shut down the Ascendancy, or at least, put a stop to their cruel experiments so that no more children would end up the same as them. But would that, as an answer, help or even satisfy Karrsh? That was what's important to Siara here. 

In the end, she remained stuck in indecision.