"ohhh...." shumi sighed as she picked up speed and sprinted ahead of the men.<br/><br/>***<br/>shumi was tiring now, but she knew the paths up ahead. breaking past branches and brush, she lead them into the crater like clearing at the stony foot of the great mountain.  a derelict and very wrecked looking WWIII military-grade Science vessel lay crashed and have buried in eroded pebbles and mud.<br/><br/>the Automated Turrets track their movement but didn't fire as shumi marched heavily up the hill and into the clearing.  a trained eye would notice that Claymores buried around the ship's perimeter. still hauling her heavy pack, shumi marched up the open loading ramp and let her bag drop, and waited for the other two men to join her before arming the turrets.