Hackett hissed in barely contained fury as Derrick spoke to her over comms, and motioned in her direction. She dropped down and spun around, looking back towards Ashleigh's way to check her back. She was struggling to wonder why Derrick had done that, and whether or not she would kill him here and now. It had been in the back of her mind since Hickam; the idea that these mercs wouldn't be on her side. She had steeled herself from them intentionally, without any hesitation to kill them and leave them as lunch for the Infected. She would do so without a breath to protect her objective and complete her mission, she owed them nothing and as she found out, knew it was a good idea that she didn't consider them necessary.<br/><br/>The first words about Derrick's daughter gave Hackett slight pause as she peeked around the tree and squinted hesitantly at his IR strobe. In the foreground in front of him she could see where the woman was, and Hackett guessed where she might be now, but could no longer see her. At first Hackett wanted to move and get a better shot, quipping that even so dead people who were potentially hostile or possibly otherwise innocent of hostile intent were just as good as living hostiles in terms of her not really caring, but Ashleigh's hand on her gun made Hackett pause. But it didn't change her mission, as Hackett gently grabbed Ashleigh's wrist and moved her hand off her weapon, looking at her with a sigh and flipping on the safety. Hackett hated working with these kinds of people because they were exactly like this, had their own objectives. She wasn't here because she followed orders, though she did, she was here because this was her job. As it stood, the little confidence she had in her teams ability to complete the mission before, was all but gone now, including the scientist. Actually, it was all gone, now it simply became an issue of whether they'd fuck it up by allowing hostiles to gather information on them, sabotage weapons, or lead them into an ambush. Or, if they'd turn on her themselves.<br/><br/>That idea was forced out quick, Hackett sure as hell didn't have the time to go conspiracy theorist, but she was certain for her own reasons that no survivors would be helpful to them. Hackett was debating what to do. Derrick was here for his own reasons, and could fuck off for all Hackett cared. She wasn't risking her ass to save some kid or anyone, she was following orders to ensure Ashleigh's survival, damn everyone else. But of course, Ashleigh was also in charge. As the young scientist mentioned Utem, Hackett turned back to face her and looked around, half expecting to see Utem's IR strobe flashing in the distance. "<strong>Fuck him, he can fend for himself,</strong>" Hackett whispered, sitting back against the tree and sighing. She wasn't giving up, but right now if Derrick wanted to get lured into an ambush by some of these wacko-fuck locals, she wouldn't lose any sleep over it. "<strong>You know we can get blood from a corpse, it's</strong>" Hackett paused shaking her head. "<strong>Whatever you say, your in charge.</strong>" With that, Hackett sank down to the ground and curled her legs in.<br/><br/>Fuck this mission. Already a few minutes in, and they had broken most of the rules in covert warfare.