[b]April 27th 2025 [/b]
[b]Rebel Hideout[/b]

Vaquero didn't have all that much weight north of the border either and Arsala was damn sure that Clint Eastwood had nothing to do with it one way or the other, but what the hell. Far be it from her to keep nitpicking. She was more interested in the details of the mission than she was in linguistic niggles for the moment. 

"Understood." She said to Jamison, motioning for Zaland to come towards her. "We'll see how it goes." 

Khattak wasn't an idiot. She understood the reality of the operation and that there was little room for conduct reviews, but she didn't have to like it. She would do what needed to be done as quickly and cleanly as possible before washing her hands of the whole ordeal, like she had tried to do twenty years ago.  

In the meantime she had to kit up. Her P90 was freed from the pile of Pelican cases and made ready, fifty rounds of armor-piercing 5.7 locked home. Spare ammo, grenades, chemlights, all the various bits and pieces she needed were packed into pouches or thrown into a bag as required. Last came the badge, the silver star dulled and scratched from years of wear. It had been stupid bringing it, a moment of weakness resulting in a desperate attempt to clutch onto a good luck charm. She should have left it at home on the nightstand, where her family could find it if she didn't come back.

But it was with her now. 

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[b]April 27th 2025 [/b]
[b]Order Compound[/b]

If Zaland was bothered by the bumps in the road, he gave no sign of it. The dog was in work mode, scrunched under Arsala's chair with his head between her boots. He was ready for whatever came, his body thrumming with energy. Arsala was much more cool about the situation, sitting motionless until Christopher coasted to a stop. 

Showtime. 

She flicked her weapon from safe to full-auto and turned on her night vision, the world suddenly lit up in a hideous green. She gave a thumbs-up to their driver as she and her partner piled out, Zaland taking up position alongside her as she crouched next to the others. 

"All building entrances we know of are covered by cameras, right?" She whispered to Sohee. "There's one on the side gate, then one on the front door and garage internally. Seems like they'll either see us coming or we'll already be shooting once we make it to the security room. That said, me and Zaland will follow you. Better no one wanders off alone."