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"Like the boss said, this is a kill mission first and foremost. Incapacitating it would be an unnecessary risk, and take too long." Asche agreed, mulling over the available information before jerking his thumb upwards towards his chest before performing his best impression drill sergeant impression, "You can call me Smoker. Hard to explain what I can do, just call it teleportation. I'll play distraction, try to keep it busy and away from the rest of the team. I ain't good for much in this fight but I can at least keep the rest of you out of the line of fire."
Next, the dark-eyed man narrowed his gaze towards Dempsey, "Twitchy, three questions. First, what's your name, Second, how good of a shot are you, and third do you have any AP rounds?" he asked rapid-fire, focusing on Thomas and awaiting his reply before continuing, "That thing's head is probably armored for a reason. I'd wager that if we blow the top the beast goes down with it." the large man explained while scanning the other contractors in the room.
Asche pointed at Ambrosine, "You, name?" he demanded flatly, pausing just long enough for her to respond "If a headshot can't take it down, then plan B will be to disable it and cut it up piece by piece. Best way to do that is probably a big helping of the strongest sedative you can find. The problem would be getting close enough to dose the nasty. If push comes to shove, think you can handle it?"
Despite his commanding tone Asche wasn't thrilled suggesting anyone else get that close, nor was he sure that issuing orders to strangers was the best way to operate; but he had seen missions go bad because of poor organization one too many times."Care what happens to them, why should I?" He shook his head gently to clear his thoughts as he felt the shadows creeping in; careful not to let his concern show.
Finally, the former officer shifted his attention to Cassian, "Last but not least, who are you and what can you do? Don't see much in the way of specialized equipment, or any other giveaways of what your particular skill-set might be."
Next, the dark-eyed man narrowed his gaze towards Dempsey, "Twitchy, three questions. First, what's your name, Second, how good of a shot are you, and third do you have any AP rounds?" he asked rapid-fire, focusing on Thomas and awaiting his reply before continuing, "That thing's head is probably armored for a reason. I'd wager that if we blow the top the beast goes down with it." the large man explained while scanning the other contractors in the room.
Asche pointed at Ambrosine, "You, name?" he demanded flatly, pausing just long enough for her to respond "If a headshot can't take it down, then plan B will be to disable it and cut it up piece by piece. Best way to do that is probably a big helping of the strongest sedative you can find. The problem would be getting close enough to dose the nasty. If push comes to shove, think you can handle it?"
Despite his commanding tone Asche wasn't thrilled suggesting anyone else get that close, nor was he sure that issuing orders to strangers was the best way to operate; but he had seen missions go bad because of poor organization one too many times."Care what happens to them, why should I?" He shook his head gently to clear his thoughts as he felt the shadows creeping in; careful not to let his concern show.
Finally, the former officer shifted his attention to Cassian, "Last but not least, who are you and what can you do? Don't see much in the way of specialized equipment, or any other giveaways of what your particular skill-set might be."