Hackett watched the young woman, her curiosity was poked but she remained concentrated on her legitimate mission. The womans face was the thing that had drawn most of Hackett's attention, she didn't have any illusions, but she had a certain facination about her, Franka that is, there was just something about her that was intriguing, very much so, especially for Hackett given her past experiences with her kind. Then again, what she'd seen before didn't quite match up, or more specifically they weren't even in the same leagues. Had they been, it was likely Hackett and company would have been attacked already. Hackett turned her attention back to Franka as she spoke, casually turning slowly to face Utem and signaled him to hurry up and get Ashleigh in moving condition, this was a bad place to end up.<br/><br/>Returning her attention to Franka, Hackett watched her with interest, but taking in the information she was giving on the house. As nice as it sounded, Hackett's survival instinct told her no. Sane people wouldn't let strangers into their home, especially today and with a situation that perfect. Franka mentioned 'her people', which Hackett obviously took interest in, uncomfortably shifting her stance so she was more facing Franka than the other side of the river. Cameras and high walls, assumed vantage points, they could very well move the CP for the missiont here, and scrap the Vinxel plan. Hardened doors and plexiglass windows, along with a high-tech emergency center in the basement and a panic room as well underground, all that seemed a little underwhelming compared to what Franka described.<br/><br/>But that fact alone made Hackett uneasy, her gaze shifting back and forth between Franka and the riverbank, odd times looking all around, moving her night vision on and off. Looking out for both humans and the Infected. As she looked, however, Hackett saw Franka grin and watched her for a moment, caught a little off guard that she'd decided to smile and continued on. Hackett listened, nodding in understanding when Franka mentioned the evac center issue. That had happened a lot, most of them from people forcing their way in, only to get overwhelmed by the Infected. Hackett had seen easily thousands, if not tens of thousands of people die, an entire city of Infected in Poland descending on 12,000 people stuffed into a small stadium. From the air, it looked surreal but the bombs dropped a few minutes after they'd taken off broke the fragile reality Hackett had held onto that the human race might recover from this.<br/><br/>"<strong>I see, well... </strong>" Hackett laughed. "<strong>... last time we sent a team here they were 8 strong, and now we've cut it down to 1, and with 3 civilians to top that, so your logic is flawed. If this mission fails, well, I wouldn't expect soldiers. I'd expect bombs.</strong>"<br/><br/>And then, came that threat. It wasn't really a threat, more of an ultimatum of sorts. Mine own over you, it was a simple concept but Hackett only smiled, because in reality if it came to that, she had the same idea with the two sitting on the ground. If Derrick was even alive, he was on the edge of her patience, alreading proving to her he had no illusions about attempting to complete this mission. Hackett tried to find words to express how much she<em>did not</em>want to harm Franka or her people, but her orders were very clear, and very plain. Do the mission, any opposition is to be neutralized on site, lethal force. If someone was in that house, and didn't want Hackett and her trio to enter, it would get ugly and get ugly quick.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well...</strong>" Hackett again spoke, looking back quickly to Utem and Ashleigh, then back to Franka. She was tempted to act hurt towards the stealing comments, that was just a bit painful, but her better judgement took hold and she only pointed towards the river side. "<strong>Lets move.</strong>" She spoke into her mic, looking over at Utem and flipping off the safety for her weapon.