Sarah moved down the rope quickly, fast-roping like the Corps had taught her. Instantly the rifle was within the pocket of her shoulder, her weapon barrel and eyes sweeping in unison to the side while the rest of the team came down from the chopper. As they entered the hallway she maintained constant muzzle awareness, and made sure to practice wall-body-weapon techniques whenever possible.<br/><br/>Eyes the color of caramel looked to Shawn's fist as her soft cheek left the butt-stock of her weapon. She lowered the muzzle and flipped the switch on her NVGs, but saw nothing. She flipped the switch once more, preferring the depth perception that her own eyes gave her before moving forward to stop behind Shawn. Shawn was on point, so she wasn't about to overstep her boundaries, but she was prepared to offer any assistance he might require.