The silence in the building was deafening. Danny never got that,<span style="font-style: italic">â€œToo quietâ€</span>reference until all of this shit happened. Now that had become one of the many warnings that they used whenever they entered into a new place. It was too quiet right now, the hairs on the back of her neck were at full attention the deeper she and her group moved into the building.<br/><br/>Sniffing the air Danny's lips curled back in a silent snarl, the scent of unwashed human bodies and blood was heavy in the air. Raising a clenched fist the rest of her team halted, allowing her to advance on her own. With careful steps she advanced, moving carefully through the shipping crates, her rifle raised, with her finger poised on the trigger.<br/><br/>When it happened she was not sure, but the hail of gunfire erupted about her, forcing her to dodge behind the shipping crates. Watching bits of wood splintering off as the crate was bombarded by the onslaught of gun fire. Counting the varying sounds of weapons, taking out the ones in her group she counted at least 10 on the other side. Fighting amongst other humans was not what they needed, not right now.<br/><br/>Giving a sharp whistle she pulled two of the flash bangs that she had with her, knowing that her team would know to cover their eyes because of her whistle. Pulling the pins and flipping the tops she tossed them over the crates behind her, then covered her ears and shut her eyes.<br/><br/>â€œFlash! Get down!â€ the panicked voices from the other team could be heard as the gun fire suddenly stopped, followed by the concussive â€œboomâ€ as the grenades went off. Before the debris could even settle fully she was up and over the crates, rifle up and poised.<br/><br/>â€œALRIGHT! ENOUGH! THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS! AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEADSâ€ her eyes keenly focused on the men who were still trying to gather themselves following the flash. A few of them had a determined look to their eyes and Danny charged her weapon, essentially cocking it, giving them that audible sound to go along with the mental intimidation. For a moment there, she thought that this was going to end peacefully, for once. Yet of course, she was wrong...<br/><br/>From above, that's right above, she was tackled. An angry female landing atop her with a growl that had Danny smirking, even when the sharp cool edge of the knife was pressed to her throat. â€œI am going to take it you are the leader of this group...â€ Danny put forth with a smirk, unable to keep the smart-ass tone from her voice as she looked up at the female who was straddling her. While her face looked amused, mentally she was running down the average time it took for invader scouting squads to pick up on the gunfire and then send out a capture team. There was only so much time before the aliens would be on them, then they would really be in for a fight.