<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Staff Sergeant<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Covert ops/Sniper<br/><br/><em>Well that went better than I had expected....</em>Max thought to herself in a moment of quiet and reflection in between hours of chaos.  They had been dropped on the roof of a building which gave them overarching cover of the drop zone and a good look at all avenues of approach on the dropship's route to the main landing zone.  Of course that perch hadn't lasted long.  The Orcs had sent out a hunter team as soon as the first wave of officers and archers heads began exploding randomly, but it had given the approaching units pause which allowed Lt warren to set up a solid defensive perimeter.  They had managed to avoid the hunter unit for now using their training and David's ingenuitive modifications.  The tunnel network that Lt Warren had given them the map to had been extremely helpful staying ahead of the hunter unit.  While the Orcs size kept them out of the tunnels and their simple brains didn't give them much in terms of tactical thought, but what they lacked in brains, they made up in numbers.<br/><br/>Twenty Orcs and eight sniper posts later, Max and Sgt Feather had moved randomly through the city for the past hour stopping every few minutes to provide fire support to the perimeter or pass intel on Orc movements on the edges of the landing zone before moving on.  Until the Hunter team was completely destroyed they needed to keep moving.<br/><br/>"One more shot and we have to move.  Find me my next target then get everything together so we can move to point sierra.  With a flash of light on her scope and the slight recoil of her rifle a muffled flash heralded the flight of another round down towards the strange defensive square the squad had set up after the initial landing.<em>"Cosinara, keep on the damn archers."</em>Lt Warren's order pierced the silence of their perch through her headset only a second before the closest Archers head exploded into a rain of green and red flecks of blood and flesh.  "Eagle eye in transit point sierra, off grid twenty minutes."  She whispered over the comm unit as she waited for Sgt Feather to give her the all clear that they could move freely.