Hackett rolled her eyes at Derrick still talking to the stray, her heart had settled down into the same dullness that it usually did when she was preparing a shot. She listened to Utem and shook her head slowly at his every remark, raising up her hand to silent him and pointed at Ashleigh. "<strong>As far as anything to do with the mission goes, Ashleigh here is in charge. No questions or complaining about it.</strong>" Hackett ended that line of thought, looking at Ashleigh through her night vision and slowly casting another look around, half expecting to see shady figures dressed in tattered and ripped clothing trying to sneak up on them with pointy sticks, Anna hadn't killed a living person in nearly a year, which for her mental welfare was amazing but her job as a marksman kind of dull. Unthinking and unintelligent life forms moving from one spot to the next with complete disregard were not very difficult targets, their slow lurching and uninterested wobbling hardly a joy for her to hit at nearly a mile. She hated these missions where her scoped rifle's only job was to provide a means of long range recon and cover, nothing more and surely nothing less, but it still hurt her cold, withered up heart, or so everyone was likely thinking now.<br/><br/>She had strong opinions about Derrick and his motives, none of them were good and what little she knew, or cared, about his kid said all that needed to be said about the situation. In the long run, one life even a childs life was not worth her mission. That was the driving force behind the stone wall of emotionless tactical proficiency Hackett had, if her mission could save millions then saving one life likely already lost was completely pointless. It might make her a better person, but at this point she'd done enough to know if some kind of distant father figure had created a paradise and an endless nightmare, Anna knew where she was going. Hell, she was already there, she knew it by looking around. A beautiful, full and vibrant night and the only thing on her mind was if she would have to kill the stray and Derrick, or just leave them here to chat away until the sun came up.<br/><br/>But in the back of her mind, her tactical overview of everything was chiming in its 2 cents about the fact the stray might prove helpful to the mission. She must know the landscape and how to avoid the Infected, Hackett could remain unseen even inches away but against the Infected she wasn't quite sure how they tracked anyone down in pitch blackness. Most human beings had a gut feeling to go on, that feeling in the back of your neck that something wasn't quite right, call it fear or simply acute awareness and Hackett saw it all the same but the Infected likely had no such awareness or treasure to draw on. Scent, hearing or sight were likely ones, or maybe some kind of acute hive mind awareness and memory, knowing when something just wasn't right and a meal was moving about, ready to be devoured. That thought made Hackett shiver noticably, she leaned forward and put one foot on the ground, her other leg keeping her knee planted firmly, and she glanced around some more. If by that understanding, Infected were already on the way and they were wearing out a welcome.<br/><br/>As Anna mused in her head, she was well aware of Utem's words about his GPS, but she shook her head. "<strong>I want light discipline, we don't have the luxury of using that kind of stuff outside, I want to find a building but I'd rather find one with a medical facility that has 2 floors, and only one set of stairs. Large, but otherwise unremarkable and a roof access to other buildings. We destroy the stairs, and use neighboring buildings to move about to and from, maybe planks or just by jumping, depending on where we end up. Thats the optimal, defensible and easily so. C4 and stairs don't mix, and I've got a good bit of C4.</strong>" Hackett smirked to Utem, grinning almost madly. She loved high explosives, a girls best friend. Fuck diamonds, C4 was less shiny, more... impactful. "<strong>But none the less, I am leaving it up to de Jong, she's knowledgable in what she'd need and I have a mission critical update on my laptop about suitable buildings with last known equipment lists, or so I requested. I assume they came through, nothing satellites and online records can't figure out.</strong>" Hackett nodded contently, shifting her focus. "<strong>But yes, we will need some hard cover and as soon as possible, but turning that GPS on might prove trouble.</strong>" Hackett reasoned, looking out towards the IR beacon still brightly illuminating her vision, washing out her night vision when she looks too closely, she'd have to remember to grab it before they headed out.