Hackett was trying, really trying, to figure out when things had gone so haywire to the point where they currently stood. They were taking on an unknown with no direct and obvious contribution to the mission; she might know the Infected and the landscape, but most of them had fought Infected before and Hackett was an expert in terrain navigation, plus she could be a hostile. Understandably, Hackett visibly tensed as Derrick brought her over to the group, her glares at him going unnoticed through the night vision goggles on her head. Even so, the mission was at hand and it seemed there was nothing to be said or done any further. Hackett glanced at the new woman and slowly shook her head, kneeling down and producing a map out of her frontal vest. "<strong>Okay...</strong>" She pointed to the map with a few circles on it, moving her finger around in a circle near a particularly larger marked circle. "<strong>This is us, and a few miles away is the town of Bonn. This is likely to be our main target in the long run, but for now and until we can determine enemy strength around the town, we will move towards Vinxel, approximately 5 kilometers west of Bonn and only a kilometer south of us now. Its a much smaller rural sector and we already have a spot to go, a small home on the Northern edge of town with a second story access and a basement.</strong>" Hackett pointed to it on the map, pointing off in the distance to the south of them, or about there.<br/><br/>Hackett had picked the building before they left Hawaii, and hopefully it still stood and was not already occupied, but that could easily be fixed. The structure itself however, was something to be prayed for, if one were a praying sort. Hackett had only 3 backups, though she knew little of the fighting if any that had taken place here, she hoped it hadn't gotten to intense. The building was moderately familiar to her, though what they'd find inside, if they went, was up for grabs. The stray chipped in her thoughts, and Hackett only stared at the ground in silence as she spoke. If nothing else she was right, though it was likely the three heavily armed members of the group were all well aware of the Infected and their subtle or not so subtle tactics. "<strong>She's right, avoid them at all costs, use firearms if you can but keep them suppressed. Ashleigh, I have a sidearm you can use instead of what you already have, its silenced, so even dogs wouldn't hear it beyond 25 feet, if that even. Our number one concern right now is getting into Bonn, all else can be avoided. As for our friend in the plane... if he is trigger happy and using an unsuppressed weapon I don't want him around us, but I have a few extras if he has a compatible barrel system.</strong>" Hackett whispered, more to herself than anyone else, just getting that few scraps of information to stick with everything that was swimming about was noted hard, if difficult only because she didn't want to have any more delays or add more weight to the current team. Four was a prefered number, you had all sectors; left, right, center and rear covered. It also allowed for compact and manouverable units and most importantly, you could split into 2-man teams, covering more ground while not being all alone. Five made it difficult, and two were civilians, adding another would make it better if he were military trained, though from the descriptions she'd heard it sounded more like he was losing his marbles. Then again, she didn't trust this 'Franka' about luring them towards a plane.<br/><br/>As Hackett packed up her map and stood, she snapped her head around as the IR beacon suddenly went dark. Her night vision brightened slightly, the high powered light from the beacon no longer washing out the night vision. She raised her weapon and waved her hand slowly down. "<strong>Everyone down...</strong>" she whispered, stepping over the upgrown root she'd been sitting on and leaning against a tree, squinting would do nothing but the grainy view from her night vision made seeing anything impossible. The beacon remained off for a few seconds, until it came back on again. Hackett blinked and looked slightly away as her night vision shut off. Silently, she flipped them back on and glanced back towards the beacon and seeing something moving in front of it, blocking out the light every few moments and then nothing. For a moment she wanted to blame her anger and overall confusion about what had happened since they jumped, but really she knew that was wrong too. "<strong>Contact, west, 300 meters. Unknown.</strong>" Hackett whispered over comms.