Hackett watched as Ashleigh approached with slight interest, her head moving about every so often to cast a tinted green view out at the abandoned world around her. It made her skin crawl that it was likely she was the first, or one of the first, living people to move about this area in a long time. Survivors maybe had been around, but to her they weren't people, they were tangos. That was one of the ways she distanced herself from the bland morality that was all but useless in warfare. They were not human beings, they were not infected, they were tangos, or hostiles. The Infected, in technial terms, were coined 'India' for Infected in the NATO phonetic alphabet. Any and all survivors were called Sierra Uniform, for Survivors, Uninfected. It was pretty much clear that anyone alive now was unlikely to be infected. It was a game that didn't work particularly well in the early days when the Infected were just like people only rabid. But now, they were just corpses. Obviously decaying corpses, and that made it easier to put them down and not think about it.<br/><br/>As Ashleigh arrived, Anna gave her a thumbs up and smiled, shutting off the LED and stuffing it into her vest, and handed Ashleigh a small monocle about the size of a salt shaker. "<strong>Its an AN AVS 19, basically a monocle night vision device. Just flip on the switch near that knob, and it'll let you see our IR stuff, so we can avoid using lights like that.</strong>" Anna heard the noise behind her and looked around, noticing Derrick moving about towards it, she focused her attention back on Ashleigh. "<strong>We can ditch that flight suit when we find some cover and a place for you to change, I have an extra pair of BDU's if you want to wear them, they should fit you. Nice and clean, and warm too, and practical to boot.</strong>"<br/><br/>She pointed towards the West and flipped off her night vision, scooching closer to Ashleigh and trying to think of a good spot to go. "<strong>I think we will find a place to set up and get our bearings, I receieved a mission update on my laptop while we jumped, probably with a list of spots for us to hit that were medical or research facilities in this area. You can pick a nice, cozy spot for us to lay up and we'll set to work doing our job and hopefully getting home in one piece.</strong>"<br/><br/>Anna knew that was far more an easy as possible explanation, closer to the truth would likely be it'd take them days or weeks to find a suitable place for Ashleigh to do her work. Anna had studied local maps and knew the terrain fairly well. She had suggested they try and find a guide, maybe a local soldier who had been evacuated, who could help them out, but it seemed the best they had was Derrick. From the talking he was doing, which Anna could clearly hear, that might have been an a problem. She tapped Ashleigh on the arm and waved her finger towards herself. "<strong>Stay with me, hold onto me or something, just stay close.</strong>" Anna whispered in a hushed tone, standing up but staying heavily bent over and crouched. Her knees flared up in pain at the weight on her back crushing down but she ignored it as she brought her 416 up and let the holographic sight dance its way around, moving with a silent step through the maze of trees adjacent to Derrick. She stopped and stared at Derrick's IR flickering in the distance. With the night vision and the slight wash out from the IR strobe, Anna could only guess she was about 150 meters from Derrick, and the woman he was talking to wasn't too far off. Anna propped her rifle up on a low branch and aimed at the womans head. Normally with just a close quarters sight she wouldn't be able to accurately target anything beyond 100 meters. But with the infrared designator on the end of her rifle, her night vision gave her a way of targeting without aiming as the invisible laser danced about frantically from tree to tree, zeroing in on the unknown.<br/><br/>For a moment she held her breath, and slowly began to ease in and out of her silent breathing, her heart rate rocketed to a near dull throb of its former peak from the fall and the landing, and the IR designator's laser fell onto the womans chest, if Derrick had his night vision on he'd see it. She was human, Derrick was talking and she wasn't flying towards him with total disregard for anything in her way, so she was a survivor. Probably looking to gut them the first chance she got, trying to steal whatever she could eat or use, lucky that Derrick had cornered her, or at least made her stop. Hackett could drop a fully sprinting target in a desert sandstorm from 300 meters or more, she was less skilled with these types of sights but at 200 meters or less it was only a game of chance whether or not the trees would be a factor or not. Hackett looked around every so often, her weapon and body remained totally motionless, despite the burn beginning to rage in her legs from the incredible weight and awkward stance she now adopted.