((Yep, I figured you could come in from there. You might want to read my post a little more carefully. Blake is lying down behind a wall, with a small flexible camera keeping an eye on the situation. Sara wouldn't actually be able to see him from where he is. I'd envisioned it as probably a nearby abandoned building, though I should perhaps have put more description into that. It's ok though, I can work with what you have there. You might also want to use the spellchecker before hitting post :) ))<br/><br/>Blake swore silently as he watched the girl cutting the two sentries down.<em>Idiot!</em>he thought.<em>Bloody amateur civilians. One episode of Buffy and you think you know it all. Hitting a nest this late in the day! Shit! I'll have to move now, or the leeches will scatter after they deal with her.</em><br/><br/>It took him barely 30 seconds to remove all traces of his presence from the room, the camera and blanket going into his small backpack. The shotgun he slung on a combat strap, and quickly drew silencers for both his pistols. Standing he took a quick look through what remained of one shattered window, and ducked back as the concrete about 6 inches from him shattered.<br/><br/>He came up from his rolling breakfall with his teeth grinding.<em>If the leeches don't kill her, I bloody well will. Gah! Civilians!</em>His tone made the last word an epithet, but he was already in motion, heading for the stairwell. He'd already worked out approaches, dead zones, infiltration and ex-filtration routes, and now he was having to run in like some bad action movie hero because of someone with more brains than sense. He ground his teeth, slipped the safety off his automatics and ran on, slowing as he came to the exit of the building.<br/><br/><em>Sudden movement draws the eye. Slow and sure wins.</em>His instructors had drilled that one into him well, and it was a lesson worth remembering if you wanted to see your next mission.