Trinity

Surprise!

An hour into the flight the pilot let her know they were at the drop off point. He'd wait for her signal to evac at their location, it'd take him at least five minutes to get there. He recommended she signal him before she was actually ready, he could comfortably hover in the area for at least a few minutes without it becoming an issue. She tore off her boots and rappelled down to the forest floor, taking off in the direction of their last communication. There was no need for a map, she made all of them anyways, she knew the land.

Silently she walked through the forest until she heard voices. They were speaking in their native tongue and while she was fluent, they weren't saying anything important. The brush gave her some camouflage as she remained low trying to get any sight on her team. Supposedly there were at least twenty natives and she was only counting fifteen.

A grunt of pain caught her attention and she carefully moved towards the sound. Crouching in the dense foliage, she focused slightly past the long thin leaves, there. Lyle was grunting in pain as Ja was wrapped a belt around his upper thigh.

"Did you hear back from them, sir?" Ja asked quietly as he yanked the belt tight and Lyle grimaced.

"Said they were sending out someone specialized in dealing with the natives." Quaritch's voice, speaking just as softly as Ja.

"Who the fuck would that be?" Ten smirked at his response.

"They didn't say. He said we knew them, so there's that." Oh, he was going to hate when he figured out who it was. He actually might hate that more than what she was.

What fucking channel are they on? The nob on her communicator twisted in her fingers as she tried to ping one of them, hoping they had already turned off the sound of it pinging and just left the light working. She could only see Quaritch's back but she could see Lyle clearly and the communicator around his neck, silently breathing out a sigh of relief when it lit up and made no sound.

"Colonel." Ja pointed his chin towards Lyle's neck. Quaritch took Wainfleet's communicator and earpiece for himself and she queued up softly.

"Stay low." Ten directed him as quietly as possible, watching as his whole body tensed at her voice. Yeah he was going to be really pissed about this. "Fifteen?" They warned her there were at least twenty, she knew he'd have already counted.

"Seventeen." Well, that was something, with only two of them unaccounted for she felt safer just mowing through as many as she could at first from her cover. Looked like she could hit at least eight of them before they'd be able to properly react, the ones surrounding her team were the priority. Usually, she was able to give herself some cover with smoke bombs, but that obviously wasn't a possibility right now. She's glad for the forethought to ready the weapon before she got into cover, she knew damn well they'd hear the soft metallic clicks.

"Drop." Quaritch pushed Lyle to the ground and the others followed as gunfire rang out from the forest behind him. The natives surrounding her team fell lifelessly and she continued shooting them from her cover, counting as they fell. Ten. Eight. Seven more remained but she couldn't see them, a few more seconds and it was time to move. She left her cover, gun aimed and ready as her extra sensitive ears tried to pick up on any movement.

Behind her, the leaves rustled softly with no wind. Her hand went to the knife, unsheathed it, and slammed it into the chest of the native right behind her in one swift movement. He didn't make a sound and she caught his body, setting it down noiselessly. Six. Turning around, her team was already staring at her. She had the exact same haircut on her avatar as she did on her actual body. Minus the missing part of the undercut that covered her neural queue.

The almost bewildered look in their eyes took a darker turn, she wasn't sure what emotion that was, probably didn't even want to know. But she knew it changed as soon as they saw her eyes. She tore her gaze away from them and started scanning the area, looking for any movement before she started moving.