Kala clearly heard them asking what to do with her, and she couldn’t stop the chill that ran down her spine at their leader’s answer. ‘Don’t Care.’   That did not bode well for her, and her own imagination.  And to add to that, Kala couldn’t resist the slight wine that escaped when Shira’s bio-suit wasn’t given back.  If they couldn’t get their hands on that, and the hidden omnitool… then it added minutes to the time it would take her to hack the security system.  She would have to hack from scratch without the viruses, and other malware she had always stored on the drive.<br/><br/>It took all she had to only whine a little, to try making it sound like it was rooted in losing all of her clothing finally.  That was before she was pushed along with the other two new additions to the slave stock.  The fear that continued to fill her didn’t need an act as it was real.  The fear of actually ending up here permanently, or drugged, broken and sold no matter what the others said.  But she the other part of the act she had to keep up, being subservient, that she was basically failing at.  She could not accept just resigning, not even as an act.<br/><br/>At least the slavers didn’t pay much attention to her with Shira and Ashana part of this group.  She may be jealous of the pair, but she was also glad those two were so amazingly gorgeous.  At least at this time since they were a very good distraction to keep the slaver attention off her naturally tanned skin, and lack of cloths. The slavers paid very little attention to her other than the fact to keep her moving along with the others.  It gave Kala the chance to actually study the area they moved into the large main room of building B.<br/><br/>Kala’s scan of the area froze on the two long lines of people, and all the naked women of the different races.  Seeing the sight of those lines of slaves all prepared just made her fear ramp up, and made her pause in moving and in her scan of the room.  That was at least until one of the slavers pushed her forward, almost losing her balance before she glared back and continued to follow Ashana and Shira.<br/><br/>She did her best to avoid dwelling on the heavy armaments that some of the slavers were carrying.  How easy it would be for them to wipe this little team out completely.  Instead focusing on what she remembered of their first scans of the building.  Especially looking at the doors to the south that supposedly led to building A from where they were.  That was where they needed to go…  even if it was starting to look impossible.  The window room wasn’t as much of a bad omen for her as it was for Ashana, but her mind was kind of occupied with keeping herself under some semblance of control and keeping her planning the job they had.  Not that she could help the blush that came to her cheeks at seeing some of the implements in the room.<br/><br/>Of course, at the yell, she realized noting was mentioned about her, or where they were taking her, and the leader’s words came back to her that she wasn’t valuable… That these slavers could probably do whatever they wanted with her, and she would get separated from the team.  Her breathing got shallower at that through and how bad that could be for the mission.  It caused her to move back, while everyone was focused on Shira getting oiled up, and whatever they were going to do to Ashana, to try to get out of direct line of sight.  Maybe they would forget about her.  She really wans’t as noticeable.<br/><br/>…………………………<br/><br/>The silence over the radio, the lack of a reply from the ship, did not bode well for the ex-marine.  It made him think of all the possible downsides it could mean that the captain was not replying at all.  But he forced himself to not think about it after a moment as him and sorv began to move.  They really did need to get into a better position.<br/><br/>And where they moved to at the back of the really was better.  The single guard at the door who looked bored out of his mind, and the periodic patrols.  Darion studied and watched for a few minutes before replying to Sorv.<span style="color: Green">“Yeah, let’s not open fire unless we absolutely have to…”</span>he said as he pulled the combat knife from the side of his armor boot.  He was watching the roof patrols and counting the amount of time between their changing positions.  watching for their patterns.<span style="color: Green">"Watch the patrols.  There is a chance to get close if we move fast enough when they are watching the approach out of the guard’s sight.  When the infiltration team starts their hacking with taking the comm barrier  down and contact us, I’ll approach and take the guard out silently.  You watch my back from here if I am not fast enough.  Once they open the door you come join me and we will enter and begin the assault.  Take as many as possible down quietly before this gets loud. Do you have a Knife too?” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>