<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Advancement:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br/><br/>As soon as Fiona got out from the vehicle, she first took the time to check over the area, ensuring that she recognized all the places from which an ambush would be best opportune so that she could be aware if something was going to happen.  It was common enough practice.<br/><br/>Without details, her play was to keep her pistol concealed for the time being, follow Frank, and cover his lead.  The more she took things in, the more she doubted anyone had any real idea what was going on yet, but the best way to get answers was to move forward.<br/><br/>However, after brief reconsideration with seeing the crowd fanning out, she decided to go back, get her MP5, and hide it in a duffle bag as she followed quickly back.  It wouldn't slow her down much anyway, what with waiting to get past the mob running in the other direction.