Anna concerned herself with trying to see that extra few meters in her night vision, the constant flickering created by movement from the strobe made it impossible to stare long, and the slight headache tickling the back of Anna's neck was proof. She shook her head clean and crouched down, turning suddenly as a man spoke from behind them. She nearly raised her weapon when Franka piped up, and quickly stopped, eyeing him cautiously. She knew immediately he wasn't a Marine, and put her finger up to her lips. "<strong>Shut the hell up!</strong>" She hissed in a barely audiable whisper, crouching down again and regarding the map on her lap, this time for a second before looking thoughtfully back towards the IR strobe which had just gone out again. She glared up at the newcomer and then they stray, frowning harshly but mostly towards Derrick. Even if they proved useful, they were a security risk and she wouldn't risk their opinions going against her mission. A plan was forming in her head, fight or flight was a usual problem in her line of work and flight was always the better option, sometimes unavailable. Such as now.<br/><br/>Running away would only attract attention, and Hackett had guessed that either a large group was just to their North or a small group moving in a circle, either way they were likely out numbered and not in a prime defensive postion. It was defenable to a point, thick trees coupled with some downed trees created a natural obstacle that would slow the Infected from going at the group in a full sprint, and Hackett worked best under pressure. But standing and fighting when it wasn't the only available option was unwise, especially with the mission at risk. She glanced at Utem and cupped her hand over her mouth and mic. "<strong>Utem you take point, lead them towards the town a full kilometer to our South, I'm going to stay back on your tail about 200 meters to protect your rear. Wait for me at the river, if I don't show in an hour go without me.</strong>" She spoke in a quiet whisper through her mic, waving her hand towards the South and glancing at Ashleigh, handing her a USP .45 with a long, slender black suppressor on it. "<strong>Its suppressed, makes almost no noise, its just like your other weapon there only much quieter. Good luck.</strong>" Hackett pressed her back into a tree and glanced back towards the IR beacon as it went out and on again, and again.