[center][h1][color=lightblue]Kalina Kovalic[/color][/h1][/center]

Morden wasn't wrong. This [i]was[/i] unusual. Still, these were supposed to be some of the top spooks in Rassvet. Of course they'd be off-putting and off-kilter. It was part of why Kalina wanted this entire handoff done as soon as possible, really. The less they had to deal with these people, the better. 

And then it turned out they wouldn't have to deal with them for very long. No WARDEN that was conscious could ignore suddenly being cut off from Mist. Anti-WARDEN tactics. They were under attack by mundanes, then. The spooks and their gunmen. Okay. Kalina could ask why later. First things first, shoot them. Don't get shot. Either Veld's people had been subverted by the Vangies, or this was stupid squirrel shit that necessitated they try to take out [i]their own nation's special forces[/i] for whatever psychotic spy reason. 

No Mist. The pocket was out, obviously. It was a good thing she kept her service pistol on her actual person. And a spare knife. They both came out, pistol in the right, knife in the left and braced in an icepick grip up against the underbarrel of her gun. Considering they were indoors, it would've come down to this anyway. The quarters in here were a bit too close for the gunblade, especially with the doorway in mind. 

[color=lightblue]"Roger."[/color] Kalina affirmed in response to Justice's 'anything goes' order, briefly noting the body going over the flashbang. One less problem. She stacked up against the wall next to the door, pistol raised as she cracked the door open slightly, sighting up a pistol-wielding spook and nailing him in the forehead before he could make a move. The sound of oncoming footsteps alerted her, and Kalina simply raised her knife to thrust once, twice into the rusher's chest before roundhouse kicking him back out the door. 

[color=lightblue]"We need to move, before they get any more ideas with grenades. Morden, ready? I'll follow your go."[/color]