Megan was impressed with how smoothly and professionally everyone moved out and took position. But then, she'd expect nothing less from such a cream of the crop of operators. The low voices to her and one another didn't carry far, soft murmurs in the quiet of the night. As she replied with her orders, they were clipped and precise, in the same low tone.
"Santi, get the drone up and give us some eyes overhead. If there's any patrols out there or any guards on that gate I want to know about them before we get close. Moving overwatch to the edge of the village, and stick to cover once we're there. Let's go".

Megan lead the way as they moved in bounding overwatch, the team covering one another as they leapfrogged forward to the edge of the village. She waited in place for Santi to deploy the drone, and for Arsala to scope out - literally - their surroundings. 
As they moved in close, there were some sounds of life; dogs barking, the muffled sounds of low voices from some of the houses, the occasional muffled cry of a baby or child, or of a tinny radio. Megan crouched behind a weatherbeaten, hard-used mercedes saloon tucked in next to one of the buildings, and scanned the area with her NVG's.