<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YpQ13LL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Faber<br/><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>Battlefields, approaching Federation listening post<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>whole team<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amelia heard the command and nodded, only triggering on her green acknowledgement light so that Zeke would know that she had heard and was agreeing with his order without bothering to turn on her radio. She found herself wincing a little bit at 'Barton's' confirmation... Even though she herself had just gotten out of basic training, she had never been much of a fan of those 'hoo-rah' types... A few negative experiences growing up had painted them in a negative light of being too aggressive, too full of pride, and unable to see the fault in their actions. She knew it was probably really childish and petty... But hey, didn't EVERYBODY have those little nags about something?<br/><br/>She ended up falling into line behind Zeke, well prepared to begin her attack from the north. Judging from the sounds of things she and Zeke were going to be the decoys while the other two would come in from east, and Cairon would hit that Guntank from the flank with the rocket launcher. Right then. The four of them had their plan, now it was just going to be a matter of performing. With each step closer she could feel her heart pounding, though she was still absolutely mute from her radio comms. All in all, she was actually paranoid about using the thing for some reason, since she had actually lost a LOT of her knowledge about 'radio chat' she had gotten during her training. She figured the only thing she'd need were her acknowledgement lights, and she'd be able to leave the rest to Zeke.<br/><br/>That was how these things worked, right? She wasn't a leader, she was just another body.