Roana had been stationed in Orlando, Florida just a week after the attack had started. Under her command was two guards and six well trained recruits. Roana and her team had managed to kill just a handful of enemies. It wasn't nearly enough to be notice, though she was proud that her teammates had not sustained any injures so far. "Captain Ro, What is our next move?" Roana turned her head upward from her crouched position to a recruit who was towering above her. Getting to her feet, she would tap the side of her nose three times to show that she was thinking. Her train of thought was quickly cut off as her ears twitched to the loud booming sound from above. Running to the nearest window in the building she took cover in, her eyes looked to the sky. "F**k... That was one of our helicopters." Before she turned around to bark a command, her eyes caught a glance of the street below just in time to jump back. The glass was shattered from a gun shot. "We need to move. Get to the bikes." She spoke as she started to take off into a stealthy sprint. Her team followed close behind her. They rushed down to the basement of the building that was where the parking lot was located. Uncovering the camouflage covers from their dual rider motor bikes, she jumped on one. A guard followed. Turning over the silent engine, she quickly rushed out of the building. Just as she did, the front end of the bike ran over the person on the street. Hearing his wails of pain, she pulled her bike along side his body. Glaring down at him, she pointed one of her guns to his face. "Here's a lesson for you to live by. Don't ever shoot at me if you want to see another day." She then shot him in the head to silence his crying. Sliding her gun back into a carrier, she took off in the direction of the helicopter.