<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David likewise saleuted and left, leaning up against the same wall in the corridor as Max, mind still running through lists of supplies.  "I think a lot of people are going to die.  But I also think, if I can get my hands on even half of what I am going to requisition, I can make sure its not us."  He leaned over the map, fingers tracing routes.  "Supply caches in the tunnels here, here, and here.  Lots of spots with decent lines of sight, so we can hit them and fade as needed.  Main snipers nest here, fallback nest... probably here.  Subject to change depending on what buildings have been dropped by artillery.  Assuming these places still have cleaning supplies, I think I can set us up a few early warning systems.  Hazardous to the orcs health, to boot."<br/><br/>A soft chuckle.  "And yeah, Larus III.  I was working under Kordesky.  Never did find out what exactly they wanted that comm point for, but that's the way it goes."