As the group made they way on the little trek to the mansion, Rin was rather happy about it. Better than staying in a broken-down helicopter right? They might even find Bravo Team, or a truck they can use, at the mansion. In the end it was the best decision possible for the situation . . . probably. As usual she was the first to spot the mansion, and squinted as she looked at it from long range.<br/><br/><strong>"It . . looks like there are a couple of lights on in there. I don't see any vehicles at the front though, and no smoke around."</strong>For a while there she'd been considering trying to train with higher powered rifles, since she had the steady hands and good eyes necessary for sniping . . . but there was just so little call that sort of thing in STARS. It might be useful once out of every thirty missions, so for the time being she hadn't bothered asking about it. Really, it wa-<br/><br/>Suddenly there was noise! Growls, snapping of twigs, snuffling. Rin spun around, putting her hand on the submachinegun that hung from the front of her vest, nervously unsnapping it and toggling off the safety. Two . . four . . eight . . twelve . .<strong>"Uh . . . w . . whatever is in there, there's a lot of them . . ."</strong>When the dogs finally burst into view, and Arthur gave the order, Rin did an abrupt turn and dashed for the mansion. Should she just try to run in?! Give cover fire?! Her inexperience was showing a bit.