(Lol no worries, but Theo is a Shocktrooper. ;) )<br/><br/><b><u>Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Cecilia's little frame wrapped over his shoulder and partially his back. Suddenly aware of the closeness of such a beautiful woman, his focus wavered for a second and a harsh blush scored his face. "H-hey, quit it. We have to focus." Instead of moving her body off of him, which he desperately wanted as to help clear his mind, he let her balance on his shoulder. It should help her aim, and he could suffer a bit longer to make sure her shot was accurate.<br/><br/>When he felt her breath slow, and heard the click of the trigger, the gun pressed into his muscle a bit harder, making him well aware that she had fired. His eyes focused on the target ahead, and followed where he believed the bullet would strike upon the scout on the 'enemy' side. "It'll be us on target next. Lets hope its a critical shot, we need to keep our guards up..." He whispered, tightening his hold on his rifle and pressing the stock into his shoulder, ready to leap up and run into combat, should the scout target him or Cecilia. "Keep on your toes."<br/><br/><b><u>Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>From her place in the tall grass, she kept an eye on her comrades.<i>Damn, I need to get somewhere high up... get a view on what Saski and Sabine are running into. </i>"Renée, standby, I'm making my way to the building just north of me. Looks like an old drain pipe and some busted windows I can climb to the top and get a good areal view!" She whispers sharply into her radio.<br/><br/>Crawling to the edge of the grass, she peeks around. No one close enough to see her, and if she were lucky, the 'enemy' schout would be focused on Saski and Sabine once more. She took the opportunity. Lilith the Lancer was just down the way, and she hoped, if Lilith saw her, that the soldier would keep her eye peeled for enemies as Winter climbed the pipe.<br/><br/>She had done this a time or two back home. Perhaps she wasn't the most feminine or lady-like, but it served a purpose to her now. She found footing on a broken brick on the side of the building and hefted herself up. When she reached for the next handhold, a rusted fastening on the pipe, her grip failed and she slipped, slicing the palm of her hand and landing on her rear end with a thud. "Oh shit!" She hissed quietly, gripping her hand and sliding behind a barrel while peeking around to make sure no one else had heard her fantastic failure.