If she didn't know better, she'd have thought the Quartermaster was fucking with her.  A sprinkler system for the base... how quaint.  Useful too, for the base; can't do much for the forward force she'd be leading, but that's what the silvered slugs and waterguns were fore.  Personally she wanted to take some throwable white phosphorous or another combustable grenade of such a sort.  Her armor and most of her soldier's were fireproof after all.  Not that most had the armor like she did, and she was the ONLY one with the Sequoia at her side, but it still the job done.<br/><br/>"Ashley!  I want recharging units and ammo stockpiles for easy-access." she said as she locked a new energy clip into her service rifle, and started recalibrating the scope "Tell the men once they got loaded up and the field recorders are good to go, give them two hours before they move out.  If they have anything to do before they go tell them to get it done so we can get moving.  You know the drill for me..."<br/><br/>Of course he did; she had to pay a visit for the Mrs. Walker, and her 18-year-old daughter, located in a perfectly secure alternate realm that Ashley had ready access to.  That and Ashley himself; 'stress relief' usually involved either she or him with a distinct amount of cockmeat stuffed in an orifice balls-deep...