She approached behind the new comer, her heels clicking as she made her way towards the Chopper. The others gathered in a line, waiting for her to give her orders. They were all dressed like him, black cloth, dark boots, etc. They all ranged in different heights and sizes, each chosen for this mission by their talents.<br/><br/>"Let's head out. Marcus, in the back with the others. Get that weapon of yours on the floor boards. I don't want it up anyone's ass until I say so." Her voice was clipped, tight, and direct.<br/><br/>The others loaded into the cargo of the helicopter, laughing about her reference to the new guy and his weapon. She pulled herself up into the co-pilot's seat, and adjusting her weapon on her hip before closing the door.<br/><br/>"We are to bring in our target, unscathed. Any slip up and it will be your ass I rake across the fires of hell." She barked loud enough to shut the group of gabbing mercenaries. Her hand made a quick motion and the pilot started to lift the chopper off the pad and into the air.<br/><br/>"We will arrive in forty two minutes. When I give the signal, drop down and locate a position to hide and offer cover."