Jennifer concentrated on going between visual scans and her motion trackers screen, slowly rotating most of her upper body to follow the device, she attended her focus to watching the walls and floors, the possibility of ambush could come from anywhere and she needed to be ready. If the motion tracker didn't light up quick enough, her reaction would hopefully save Bravo from a rear ambush. She craned her head around to catch a glimpse of Rome doing his thing behind her, or at least his combat thing. Jennifer realised she probably shouldn't have teased him, but if anything Rome was cool enough to shoot the bad guys then take aim at her, and it wasn't so uncommon that the situation came up, he was just smart enough to know not to push it too much. Jennifer had a reputation, after all.<br/><br/>As Bravo moved, Jennifer didn't exactly know where they were but from the maps and plans, guessed they were approaching either the school or moving horizontal with the hab block. If the opportunity arose, she'd memorize the maps. For now, she knew where the hospital and such things were, everything else was just 'that room' as far as she was concern. Every step seemed to echo, and the other thing Jennifer could hear besides the many motion trackers, the<em>clink clink</em>footsteps of Bravo, was her own tense breathing and rapid heart beat. She grinned at Rome and looked back to grin at him. "<strong>Glad you have your priorities st-</strong>"<br/><br/>Jennifer was interrupted as her motion tracker detected a ping, and she could hear the others respond as well. She snapped her view back down to the small blue screen and zeroed in on the single illuminated blip in the center of her screen. Several others called out contacts, but she needed to as well. "<strong>Contact! Formation front, 12 meters and moving forward. Size unknown.</strong>" Jennifer let her motion tracker hang, and brought up her rifle with both hands, bending her knees a little and leveling her rifle nearly with the floor, but keeping it pointed away from Bravo, she scanned the area ahead and could see nothing, nothing but that god damn smoke, fog, whatever it was. "<strong>No visual.</strong>" She called out, stepping forward a few paces to close the gap and bringing her tracker back up, the Sarge called out its movement and she agreed, but didn't need to mention it.<br/><br/>She concentrated on trying to see whatever was ahead and listening to the radio chatter. Rome was next to her and she glanced up, rapidly over her shoulder to look back down the way they'd just come from.<br/><br/><em>"These bitches wanna play games? Let's you and me waste these motherfuckers and get the hell out of  this shithole, whataya say Widow?"</em>Rome roused up beside her, cracking a sly grin Widow nodded and punched Rome on the shoulder. "That's what I'm talking about. The Lieutenant fuckin' read my mind. Let's rip this shit up, baby. Ooh-Rah!"[/i]<br/><br/><br/>"<strong>I don't get paid to play nice...</strong>" She tapped the side of her rifle and pointed towards the school, glancing up at the Sarge and waiting for his orders, or the Lieutenant's over the radio. She moved forward a little as Bravo began to approach the school, turning around and watching the formation rear on the Master Sergeant's orders.