<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>Now anything else you want write it down and get it to me later.  I got a lot more shit than just you two to worry about.  Dismissed.</em><br/><br/>Max stood and offered a sharp salute to the Lieutenant then turned on her heels and walked out into the hallway, waiting for Specialist Feather to join her.  Once he was in the corridor, she slid down the corridor a few feet to get out of earshot of Lt Warren's room before turning to Feather.  "So David, what do you think of this little plan?  Honestly..."  She unfolded the map that Lt Warren had given her and studied it in the white wash of light in the corridor.  "....I think this is a suicide mission for everyone in the platoon, but given some time I think we have a chance to at least limit the carnage.  It's going to be a hard scramble and shoot mission from the looks of this city and the possible damage our arty had done to it.  We won't be able to stay in one location for more than about three shots unless we're supporting the fire teams."  She leaned against the cool metal wall and closed her eyes for a minute.  The memories of her latest run in with the orcs trying to pull her team off of Tigress streamed through her mind as she realized they may be all that remains of this team in a few days.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath then opening her eyes and looking over at David Feather she smiled.  "Unlike other NCO's that we know, I value the opinion of my troops, especially when our continued living depends on their assessment of the situation.  So....thoughts?"