Ruth listened attentively to the plan. It was a good plan, she thought, although strategy was never her strong point. She simply occupied herself with making sure that her rifle was pointed just where it needed to be. At a thousand meters out, it would be difficult. Even the best rifles (and she only used the best) would lose a meter over that distance, and if you weren't precisely sure of the wind, you could easily end up shooting the person standing next to your target. Still, she would do it, and she would do well. It was her job, and what all of her training had prepared her for. The wind posed no threat to her accuracy, and with Frankie watching over her, she could focus fully on the job.<br/><br/>Ordinarily splitting one's attention between making sure your location was safe and paying attention to your target was hell for a sniper, but Ruth knew she could trust Frankie. Sure, they didn't know each other terribly well (Frankie had never exactly been open about her past), but Ruth had seen her in action enough to know that she was a capable soldier, and no slouch at sniping, either. They would make a good team, she was sure.<br/><br/>"Boss, do you have any maps of the area? I'd like to stake out potential locations, and hopefully have some getaway routes planned for if our hiding spot is discovered. No sense going in without knowing, of course."