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runmakitarunThe days since the fight have passed mostly in quiet. Makita has shown Miho the lay of the land, and they've swept the entire area twice while Makita waits for new orders from the Elders. No more Red incursions have been detected, so the Elders have them en route to the Perestroika district. It's more ruined than most due to a combination of heavier focus from the Reds during bombardment and the sub-standard materials used in construction.
There's no hurry, the Perestroika district has a number of squads permanently assigned to it so the chances of the Reds sneaking in are small. Makita walks with the alertness that is so much a part of her in a warzone, constantly watching for possible ambushes and for signs of enemies in the area. It's been... easier with someone to watch her back. She's gotten some real sleep and she doesn't feel like her stomach is always tied in knots.
Miho, on the other hand, whether because she has less invested in this world, or because of her basic mind-set, has been having... fun. She's useful, and appreciated, and it's so good to get away from places where something is expected of her - something other than simply being what she is and doing what she's good at. So, whilst she's no less on her guard than Makita, she does walk with a near-constant smile.
Makita has noticed how much fun Miho is having, and the truth is it scares her just a bit. But she shrugs it off, Miho fights well, and besides, Makita's been known to enjoy killing Reds herself. The comlink crackles, "Makita, what's your status?"
"I'm twenty-five minutes out."
"Step it up. Anton's squad is engaged with what looks to be a Red platoon. We've got Mishka's squad coming in from the north, but we need someone to pin them from the east. That's you. Find a place to dig in."
"On the way." Makita considers the area and picks out an ambush site from memory, "I should be in place in seven minutes." She looks to Miho and jerks her head, "C'mon. We've got somewhere to be." She shifts pace into a ground-eating run, sure that Miho can keep up.
Miho nods, and follows her, threading her way easily through the rubble-strewn streets. Seven minutes - that's a little over a mile, at this speed. Their destination is little different from any of the other partially torn-down buildings they've been passing for the last few days - with a few neat little exceptions. Some of the walls have been neatly patched, although from the street side they look as ramshackle as any of the others. There are lumps of masonry that just happen to have ended up in the perfect place to provide cover, and perfect rat-runs from one spot to another, well out of view. It could have been built for ambush.
Miho looks the courtyard over - that's where they are, in what looks like the central well of an old residential building - and gives a slow, approving nod. This'll do.
Makita smiles at the nod and makes a mental note to thank Proto properly. This is one of the better setups he's put together for her. The Reds are strung out, trying to break contact with Anton's squad to the south in order to hole up somewhere. The savage smile on Makita's face is rather similar to the one Miho often wears: a lot of people are about to die.
There's no hurry, the Perestroika district has a number of squads permanently assigned to it so the chances of the Reds sneaking in are small. Makita walks with the alertness that is so much a part of her in a warzone, constantly watching for possible ambushes and for signs of enemies in the area. It's been... easier with someone to watch her back. She's gotten some real sleep and she doesn't feel like her stomach is always tied in knots.
Miho, on the other hand, whether because she has less invested in this world, or because of her basic mind-set, has been having... fun. She's useful, and appreciated, and it's so good to get away from places where something is expected of her - something other than simply being what she is and doing what she's good at. So, whilst she's no less on her guard than Makita, she does walk with a near-constant smile.
Makita has noticed how much fun Miho is having, and the truth is it scares her just a bit. But she shrugs it off, Miho fights well, and besides, Makita's been known to enjoy killing Reds herself. The comlink crackles, "Makita, what's your status?"
"I'm twenty-five minutes out."
"Step it up. Anton's squad is engaged with what looks to be a Red platoon. We've got Mishka's squad coming in from the north, but we need someone to pin them from the east. That's you. Find a place to dig in."
"On the way." Makita considers the area and picks out an ambush site from memory, "I should be in place in seven minutes." She looks to Miho and jerks her head, "C'mon. We've got somewhere to be." She shifts pace into a ground-eating run, sure that Miho can keep up.
Miho nods, and follows her, threading her way easily through the rubble-strewn streets. Seven minutes - that's a little over a mile, at this speed. Their destination is little different from any of the other partially torn-down buildings they've been passing for the last few days - with a few neat little exceptions. Some of the walls have been neatly patched, although from the street side they look as ramshackle as any of the others. There are lumps of masonry that just happen to have ended up in the perfect place to provide cover, and perfect rat-runs from one spot to another, well out of view. It could have been built for ambush.
Miho looks the courtyard over - that's where they are, in what looks like the central well of an old residential building - and gives a slow, approving nod. This'll do.
Makita smiles at the nod and makes a mental note to thank Proto properly. This is one of the better setups he's put together for her. The Reds are strung out, trying to break contact with Anton's squad to the south in order to hole up somewhere. The savage smile on Makita's face is rather similar to the one Miho often wears: a lot of people are about to die.
