Kovacs' hand shot up when the floor was opened up for questions and comments. "Does the shooting of limbs count as subdual," she asked, rather earnestly. Say what you wanted about her baby-face, but ask Kovacs what she felt when she has to shoot a target from several hundred yards away and her response would be one word: recoil. There wasn't a whole lot that the sharpshooters could do in terms of lower levels of escalation--they were a last resort if things came down to it. "Though I guess we could do warning shots and intentionally miss them..."<br/><br/>The intelligence officer gave the resident sniper a look of  disbelief. "You know," Tolkov said. "Most people would come to those options in the reverse order." Kovacs could only shrug, earning an exasperated sigh from Tolkov. "I don't have a list of names, unfortunately. From what I can tell they're the more zealous members of the priest's congregation. I haven't been able to check in with my agents yet this morning, so maybe they've turned up a list."<br/><br/>"Maybe they had it ready an hour ago," Grashe said. "And they've been waiting on you." Being subtle was something Grashe didn't know how to do. And at times she reveled in that fact. "If you have no further considerations, Commandant, I believe we have some preparations to do." Kovacs nodded in agreement, already pushing back her chair and making to stand up. Definitely eager, as always. Rasovna simply inclined her head and didn't make to move until Grashe, Kovacs, and Tolkov had left the room.