ΓŽπš•πšŽ 𝚍𝚎 πš•πšŠ πšƒπšŽπš–πš™Γͺ𝚝𝚎, πšπšŽπšžπš—πš’πš˜πš— πš„πš—πšœπš’πšπš—πšŽπš π™³πšŽπš•πš’πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ 𝟢𝟼𝟢𝟢 π™·πš˜πšžπš›πšœ π™΅πš’πš›πšŽπšπšŽπšŠπš– πš‚πš‘πšŠπšπš˜πš  [hr] As Purna gestured to the two-man patrol and melted into the shadows, Eloise did the same and moments later the man on the left barely had time to react to his partner disappearing as her gloved hand clamped over his mouth, and her knife slid between his ribs silently, the slender woman rising from the shadows like an inky spectre and easing him to the ground as he went limp. She dragged his body aside into the cover of the mangroves, no trace of him remaining. As they moved forward, she flowed along; moving from cover to cover as reflexively as breathing. She shifted in and out of shadow and darkness, her cloak in its' matte, almost light-absorbing colours making her almost an absence in her surroundings as much as blending into them and her passage as silent as it was invisible. Purna's gear cloaked him and made him invisible through technology and skill working hand in hand; Eloise's stealth was more a combination of exploiting behaviour, senses, and opportunity; knowing the limits and habits of human eyes and senses and utilising what she had and knew to slip past, around, and between the guards. She moved with lithe grace and fluid swiftness; to the point it seemed almost eerily inhuman to anyone who knew she [i]was[/i] there, especially given how inhumanly quiet she was along with it, freezing in place when need be, motionless as a statue. She listened as he lay out the strategy, taking in the scene as he spoke and absorbing the details of the compounds' layout and the task presented to them and it's challenges to her skills and equipment, and the rest of their team to complete their side of the mission. "Affirm," she said in that soft, whispery tone. "I'll take the corvette and the comms installation, and then regroup at the security building with you so we can move on the control centre". As Purna moved off to ply his trade, Eloise did the same. She moved across to the corvettes position, tied up on the quayside. She took to higher ground as she moved, utilising the tops of containers and rooftops of the small outbuildings. As she reached the quay by the small - relatively speaking - ship, her bow came into play. The sentry at the gangplank to the deck didn't have time to utter a sound as her arrow took him in the throat and he collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. She slid him over the edge into the water, the splash masked by the rolling tide. A patrolling pair on deck went down with an arrow apiece, and she moved into the ship, slipping past a crewman about his business by ducking into a cabin, and then sliding down a ladder after he passed. An armour-piercing arrow in the back took care of a patrolling guard on the lower deck, and she dragged him aside before making her way into the engine space of the ship. No armed personnel were on duty in the space, but the crewmen at work were quickly and wordlessly dispatched with a combination of her throwing knives and regular blades, and she dragged their corpses out of obvious sight, before dogging and locking one of the two hatches into the space from the inside and jamming it shut with a pry bar through the handles on the inside, and then set about setting her charges in places hard to reach or see. Eloise exited through the other hatch, spinning the handle to lock it firmly. One down, more to go. She worked her way forward, sticking to the lower deck. She moved efficiently; dispatching enemies where she had to, avoiding them where possible - the less bodies she left in her wake, the less chance there was they'd discover her and the alarm would be raised. Throwing knives dispatched another pair of sailors outside the missile magazine, and she dragged their bodies inside. Working quickly, she set more charges that would detonate the warheads and the propellant, blasting the ship apart from the inside out along with the engines going up in smoke. She set the timers on these to go off a short delay after the previous ones, when the chaos would be at its height with one problem already occupying the crew. She slipped out, making her way back above decks through a forward access, and then across to the quayside using one of the lines that tied the ship up to the wharf. Ghosting into the shadows of the shipping containers, she heard Purna's message about the EM devices and clicked her radio to confirm she'd received the message. Barely a moment after he'd mentioned them, she saw one on a mast at the corner of one of the buildings and felt the creeping tingle of static creep along her skin as her suit started to react with the electromagnetic field, the cloak's material starting to glitch. Moving quickly, she stowed her bow and quickly drew her SMG, putting a pair of suppressed rounds into the device and knocking it out, doing the same to a second as she caught sight of it. "Confirmed; thanks for the heads up. Knocked two out already, I'll watch for more. Moving to the comm tower now," she said in a quiet, tight voice over the radio as she moved. Another pair of arrows, loosed within heartbeats of one another sent another pair of marines down as she closed in toward the comms tower, brightly lit as it was. This would prove to be even more of a challenge, with how plainly visible it was, but she could handle it - she'd done more with less. But dawn was rapidly approaching, and with it, the rest of the team making their assault.