(no subject)

[strong_silent_type]

[Linda sits cross-legged on the floor of the headspace, methodically cleaning her sniper rifle and organizing the various scopes and attachments. There was little else to do here, currently, and she hoped that would change soon. ]

Do your research. Make a decision. I'm waiting.

Comments

[coffeebeforescience]

[Fortunately, she has Jacob for that.]

What have you heard?

[strong_silent_type]

[Wonderful as Jacob is, he's not a Spartan.]

Most of Blue Team is present, the remaining inbound. You, Captain, and Commander Keyes. Various residents both probably allies and hostiles. COMPASS: Hostiles. Unexplainable phenomena centered around torture and fear.

You're going to need a sniper.

[coffeebeforescience]

Well. You're certainly well-informed.

[Good, good, she seems to approve.]

[strong_silent_type]

I wouldn't ignore available intel.

[Mun wasn't too great at keeping it hidden, either.]

[coffeebeforescience]

No, you wouldn't. And we'll need someone to look after the back end of the group, so you're going to be... necessary, to say the least. I'll reiterate that as much as I must.

[strong_silent_type]

Appreciated.

[Is it ever possible to have too many Spartans in one place? ]

[coffeebeforescience]

[Nope! Mom's just glad to see them all alive.]