<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Getting some sight lines<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chulski, Steen, open<br/><br/>"Hey, I<em>make</em>holes in shit, I don't patch 'em up," Ren growled under her breath at the other two providing support for the maimed Yoshia.  She was pissed, but it wasn't at them- it was at herself, her loss of control. Wasn't like she hadn't seen wounds before- hell, she'd seen her own damn bone poking out through the leg of her fatigues after the fall.  It was the extent of the damage, and the suddenness of it, and the...well, the alien-ness of the attack.  Maybe it was true what they said about snipers, too: like pilots, you never really got close and personal with your kills, so you never really got a feel for the mess.<br/><br/><em>You wanted to  play with the big boys, you stupid slag. Suck it up and soldier.</em><br/><br/>Double-clicking her mike in response to Barnes' orders, she went looking for a fire escape, a roof access ladder, even a good tall sign. Anything that would get her up above street level.  One way for sure that snipers were like pilots- both were pretty damn useless on the ground. If the Tangos could get up on the roofs, she could. Unless they could fly...<br/><br/>That was something she didn't really want to think about.