Hackett flexed her jaw as she waited, the sweat induced itch on her head becoming worse and worse by the minute, she started to regret the balaclava on her face and her night vision, though she was thankful they had saved her life, she hated the heat each produced in its own way. The waiting was an easy thing to do, however, as a sniper she was an expert in the arts of musing herself with pointless tasks and guiltless pleasures that required no movement or speaking on her part, that allowed for maximum concentration on the real world. Fantasies were pretty commons.<br/><br/>Movement caught her attention, but she remained motionless as the stray showed up, stopping at the edge of the river side, albeit dried river, and looked around. Hackett watched her, glancing back down the path as the young woman began to stretch. Talking about a fantasy, Hackett had a perfect spot to watch the woman, although she blushed and looked away frequently, feeling wrong. But she always looked back to the woman, eyeing her up and down and was a little embarassed to call her a 'stray'. She was quite striking, very pretty even tinted and grainy green, but Hackett felt awkward watching her like this. As Utem's voice came over the radio, she quietly cleared her throat and thumbed her transmit button. "<strong>Copy.</strong>" She replied a little louder, rotating her rifle in a circle, and her eyes at the same time.