"Take us down." Lindianne's already slung her pack back over her shoulder and is adjusting the load. Better to not make it too heavy. If she's going to have to run, it does her no good to limit her mobility. "But stick close. We'll make a quick sweep, snag what we can, and come back to the outfield for exfil."
The Empire State Building is dark. In Central Park, fires burn far below. Trenches criss-cross the park, filled with bundles. She turns her face away; she wants to remember the park as it was, not as a mass grave for the dead.
As they fly, she nudges Voodoo in the ribs. "If Mother kicks up a fuss, it was my idea," she hisses quietly.
One saving grace of this entire thing? She doesn't technically answer to Mother. She answers to Faye. So when they return, that should blunt whatever punishment Voodoo's CO might be cooking up.
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The Empire State Building is dark. In Central Park, fires burn far below. Trenches criss-cross the park, filled with bundles. She turns her face away; she wants to remember the park as it was, not as a mass grave for the dead.
As they fly, she nudges Voodoo in the ribs. "If Mother kicks up a fuss, it was my idea," she hisses quietly.
One saving grace of this entire thing? She doesn't technically answer to Mother. She answers to Faye. So when they return, that should blunt whatever punishment Voodoo's CO might be cooking up.
Hopefully.