<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/2551723-Equilibrium_Still0321-Cleric_John_PrestonChristian-Bale.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Combat zone<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John slowly panned the small mirror around, then flashed a quick hand signal<em><strong>no contact</strong></em>to the others behind him. He collapsed the mirror and stowed it in his pocket, keeping low and moving to the corner of the building. tucking himself into the corner formed by some ornamental looking pillar. He glanced behind him, taking note of the positions of the others that he could see.<br/><br/><strong><em>Moving</em></strong>he sent, relying on them for cover fire if .. when .. anything turned up. A quick dash took him across the street, and into the lee of a car that had slewed into the wall of the next building. The drivers door was half open, but there was no sign of any occupants. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. His next dash took him to the ornate doorway of the building itself, which looked like a coffee house, judging by the tables and chairs inside. The state of disarray, it looked like they'd cleared out in a hurry. Panning the street ..<br/><br/><em>What the fuck is that?</em><br/><br/>He raise his gun, taking a close look through the sights, then subvocalised a message on his throat mic. "Contact, maybe 100 meters from LZ, Western street. Looks like some sort of big cannister in the middle of the street. Green stuff around it, faint glow. No live targets seen."