This could be because the man would be best at the job. Equally, it could be punishment for suggesting this whole thing in the first place. It's not like Ramon cares if he gets picked off first or not. But the man doesn't argue - possibly because the sound of the choppers is noticably closer and they need to get moving. The cover is good here but another thought strikes Ramon and he curses under his breath.
'I'm right behind her. Make sure you all keep up - its your funeral if you don't. Lets go.'
He steps up to Mary Anne and mutters to her.
'There'll be troops on some of those choppers. Some will have unloaded already and just be looking for us - some of them are going to be looking for other cleared areas of this place and will look to set down there and cut us off. We need to stay away from them otherwise we'll end up surrounded.'
Maps are going to be no help - part of the problem with this place is that large swathes of it are uncharted. No one knows everything that loggers, industry and the natives have done to it; they could stumble into an ambush and have no way at all of anticipating it.
He's starting to wish Roxas never told him of his ability to blind everyone - in a pinch (a really desperate pinch), they might have to use it. If they get surrounded and trapped, it might be the only way to get out alive. Mary Anne can heal and he couldn't give a fuck what happens to his crew but he sure as fuck doesn't want to lose his eyes. Better than death though? Maybe.
And there's always the threat of the virus. He knows the number one objective will be to secure it. There's always that as insurance.
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Date: 2009-08-16 01:17 am (UTC)'Esteban, take the back.'
This could be because the man would be best at the job. Equally, it could be punishment for suggesting this whole thing in the first place. It's not like Ramon cares if he gets picked off first or not. But the man doesn't argue - possibly because the sound of the choppers is noticably closer and they need to get moving. The cover is good here but another thought strikes Ramon and he curses under his breath.
'I'm right behind her. Make sure you all keep up - its your funeral if you don't. Lets go.'
He steps up to Mary Anne and mutters to her.
'There'll be troops on some of those choppers. Some will have unloaded already and just be looking for us - some of them are going to be looking for other cleared areas of this place and will look to set down there and cut us off. We need to stay away from them otherwise we'll end up surrounded.'
Maps are going to be no help - part of the problem with this place is that large swathes of it are uncharted. No one knows everything that loggers, industry and the natives have done to it; they could stumble into an ambush and have no way at all of anticipating it.
He's starting to wish Roxas never told him of his ability to blind everyone - in a pinch (a really desperate pinch), they might have to use it. If they get surrounded and trapped, it might be the only way to get out alive. Mary Anne can heal and he couldn't give a fuck what happens to his crew but he sure as fuck doesn't want to lose his eyes. Better than death though? Maybe.
And there's always the threat of the virus. He knows the number one objective will be to secure it. There's always that as insurance.