<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ginva.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ren Colbert<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Coming out (of the Ranger)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open, Chulski<br/><br/><br/>After one more quick sweep of her field of view with her optics set to IR, Colbert started to pick her way gingerly down the ramp, her rifle held at hip level, like an assault weapon.  Not ideal, but keeping it up would be worse. Restricted vision, slow to track- no. Today was a not a day to worry about field drills and conserving ammo.  Today was a day just for staying alive. Step by step, checking every shadow, she moved towards Chulski and the maimed Yoshia.  She needed high ground, she needed it like five minutes ago last yesterday, but they couldn't leave a team mate just lying out there, if there was any chance he was still alive.<br/><br/>She had to constantly remind herself that behind her was the Skyranger, secure (more or less) ground. It was the only way to keep her form constantly turning around to look behind herself- which she knew damn well would be exactly whens something all teeth and attitude would pop out and eat her head.  Counting her steps made it a little better. Ten to that bit of cover, ten more to there. Five to Chulski, who looked frozen.  Actually, she looked like Colbert felt, sweat soaked and fucking terrified. Ren tapped her on the shoulder, pointed two fingers to her own eyes, swivelled them, telling the other woman to keep watch.<br/><br/>It was another twenty steps to where Yoshia lay. It only<em> felt</em>like three miles.