Sorv lay in wait, watching. Nothing was happening. Nothing at all. The gunship remained, the guards patrolled. It was a matter of time before everything went to shit, assuming the infiltration group had made a move. With no word and no way to know what was happening, he felt the situation slipping. He panned to Darion through is scope. He knew the Human would be feeling the same. They had been waiting too long.<span style="color: DarkOrange">Come on...</span>He looked around the base, giving the gunship a long stare. He began altering the settings on his Mantis for high impact penetration and began counting down. Under the assumption that something had gone wrong, then he and Darion's roles had changed from tactical insertion to intervention.<br/><br/>He took aim and counted.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Barracks remained quiet. Not a single slaver was present in the connecting corridor either. From the Barrack's south door, looking in at windows of the security control and checkpoint, a single slaver in head to toe medium armor sat monitoring the security systems.  A flicker in the feeds caught his attention and he leaned forward, waiting. The flicker persisted and he began opening diagnostic tools to identify the reason for the distortion, his attention now on the diagnostics, he wouldn't notice someone exiting the Barracks unless they made a scene.<br/><br/>The door to Desmond's office was closed, while the other door in the North-East corner remained idle, the red interface indicating that it was locked.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Ashana steadied herself with Kala still on her shoulders.<span style="color: darckorchid">Dammit girl, I can't hold you forever!</span>She scolded Kala.<span style="color: darkorchid">Hurry up with whatever the hell your doing!</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>