Hannah watched with some misplaced sense of fascination as just around one of the corridors she saw wreaths of crimson splashing across the walls. She saw the red beams of light sweeping the iron walls and leaving blackened trails as the dismembered corpses fell. She had to consciously prevent a smile appearing on her face, and calmly, autonomously slid her breathing apparatus up to her face. Her rifle sat uselessly in her arms, and she casually watched with an almost sadistic immersion in the slaughter of those she called her comrades.<br/><br/>But then, she saw caught glimpses of Sandra and Edmund moments before the carnage ceased, and what was left was a feast of carrion. Apparently the drone was felled, and that brought Hannah crashing back to her senses. She readied her rifle, a more compact model than that of sandras hefty anti-material one, but still able to back a punch enough to take care of most drones with at most her readied magazine. She brushes Sydney's little update from her mind, dismissing that kind of thinking at a time like this, and moves forward to meet the remnants of her squad.<br/><br/>No doubt, the most interesting ones would be there, fighting past the nameless foe. Hannah kept their faces fresh in her mind. Donovan, Edmund. The obvious ones to remember. She had caught a glimpse of the other sniper before she'd left, noting her name as Sandra. Arturo seemed to stick in her mind, for being the first one to talk to her in quite some time without obligation. Sydney stayed with her thoughts as the nervous one before, but after her rather bold announcement, Hannah found her amusing, like the kind of person she might like to be friends with, should anyone care to make friends with her. Lastly there was that girl, the quiet one. The one that reminded Hannah a little of herself, at least as far as face value went. Hannah was quite sure that Dawn, unlike her, would not be one to watch the blood soak the walls as her squadmates were cut down without mercy, and thus were hardly the same.<br/><br/>She trails the movement of her squad, just emerging from around the corner when she sees her 'comrades' blocked from view by two imposing metal figures. Thankfully, it seemed that she wasn't so much the object of their attention, so she was quick to crouch with her rifle, partially obscured by the edge of the wall as she raised her rifle and took aim. From the variable photon projectors above either eye, patterns of blue lights began to project onto her visor. Certain lines and figures flared up, each vulnerable spot on the drones followed by a blue circle on her visor that stuck to their weak points. The whole system was linked to her rifle, another indicator pinpointing the small laser dot that preluded a deadly bolt from her weapom.<br/><br/>She lined up her sights and fired once, the first bolt smashing through the laser emitter on the drone's back. She fired another quick shot, and another in succession, a tear rolling down from her eye as she endured the horrible pain that the recoil brought to her shoulder. A quick glance with her ever attentive eyes confirmed that both shots had successfully penetrated the drone, but she knew better than to wait and see if it fell, ducking around the corner she had just came from to avoid the sweeping arc of the other's laser emitter. A lot of people failed to comprehend that although drones seemed to have facing and directional vision, their sensors were mounted in more places than on their front. This had been the end of many, but not her. She was thankful that the other already had targets to engage, and hoped her team was thankful that she had left them with one less obstacle to overcome.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>