The blank doll like stare stayed focused on the undead creature.<br/><br/>“I did not state I wanted to directly assault the brigade’s base camp, I had said I found this plan pointless if it did not involve a conflict with members of the Hell Fire Brigade.  If you cannot process the difference with your organic brain, I’m sure one of my technicians would happily upgrade you with a cybernetic replacement.”  She did not jest.<br/><br/>She scanned the map once more, making sure that the location was the same as the information she had stored in her memory banks prior to her defection to the brood.  The information seemed sound, of course plans could have been altered thanks to the knowledge that she had brought with her.  It was important yes, but supplies were more often used to strengthen mortal troops who stood little chance even against the weakest abyssal invaders.<br/><br/>“There is the possibility  of course that your hypothesis about the Brigade appearing to provide aid to the men and woman who guard the installation will occur.  Yet, the possibility is slim particularly if we brought the full strength of our arms against this camp.  They will more then likely elect to cut their losses instead of risking more lives in a hopeless struggle.”<br/><br/>She then returned to eyes to Damian.  “Unfortunately, it seems that the entirety of your plan is based on a postulation.  You believe that eliminating this base camp will be a thorn in the side of our opponents.   I calculate that there is a chance, but, what is the purpose of us getting involved when a troop of underlings would more then likely be able to destroy the facility without revealing our hand to our opponents?”<br/><br/>(Not very much,  but a little)