<strong>"Questions questions. That's all you people do is ask questions that no one here can answer. Or try and use equipment you know that's not going to work."</strong><br/><br/>The husky, feminine and distinctly Russian voice emanated from behind a tree a couple of yards from the group. Dominika had been sitting behind a nearby tree since the motley crew started converging upon the swat's gunshots. She however didn't feel the need to reveal herself at the time, partly because the swat memember, SAS remember, and Marine would might recognize her as a so called 'terrorist'. So she decided to just listen to what the others had to say. Seeing how the conversation was now circling itself however, she grew bored. Standing up, she made her way to the group with an unusual sneer playing on her lips. She wore a red blouse, a mid length white leather skirt, black mid claf army boots, and a black leather jaket with white fur linning the inside of it tied around her waist. Also harbored in plain sight was a military assault rifle with a grenade launcher attachment.<br/><br/><strong>"Like you just said now, and Jacke before... we should get a move on, for there is nothing left to talk about besides crazy talk... or should I say, obvious..."</strong>She said the last part with a shrug and a grim chuckle, all the while being wary of the swat and two military members.