Sighing a bit Rino ignores the remark on her breasts..well no she actually redirects it, in an unexpected way. "Huh..so you've been feel'n me up while I sleep to size check?...to think you...a child porn..well romance novel, reader would go so far." Turning her attention to what Yoko was upset about. "Ora...kana kana..we all can die, and yeah Yoko, guess what, we drew the fucked straw, and SS ranks A, B, S, we all can fuck'n die..now what? Want to cry? Run? Rebel? Yare..yare.." Staying against the wall, Rino rolls her eyes with a huff.
"Tch you are as shitty of a soldier as me and the rest, and most of the others..we are so unpredictable we may get the job done..and worthless enough we won't be missed." Laughing a bit bitterly the Yakuza girl smiles beneath her neck ring. "So yeah, it might be just what you are thinking, and their ain't a goddamn thing you can do about it..cry, hora, hora..die. Or burn the sons of bitches..we fight, we live, we die..I lived on the street, this was my life well before they got their hands on me..least now I can burn whats beating me..I couldn't when I hid rolls of old bread..so like I said, stop thinking about it..You'll be fighting monsters, thats the supplies she was talking about."
Finished with her own opinions, she confirms what Yoko had feared, then adds to it..but offers a little last bit of reassurance. "The best of what we have is going in first..trust that maid to have us some news, maybe the damn ninja as well..they and that fox girl will be in far much more danger than we are..now get it together..or I'll leave the Templar to do that.." Rino herself never muched liked the Templar, after all they were who collected her for the Army..even if they were mostly nice to her..
With the officers arrival, and the girls own much longer talk that stated as much as she herself said, Rino pinches her nose with her right hand, releasing her seals briefly. "..fucking hell giving me a headache..Ora...its not like we can't BURN the bodies.."
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Watching his officer talk briefly, the Templar considers correcting the man about the landmass but doesn't. He had heard many stories about British Officers..and a Templar was taught to..do a few things to gain a commanders co-operation willingly, that was easier than carrying out an inquisition when the man beside you was more likely to turn against you. "I Wouldn't worry too much Sir Chamberlain, and you can call me Sieg. I'm a Templar, monk class. I specialize in healing, and hand to hand combat, sir! I would not worry on finding them, I trust the recon unit to finish its job. What concerns me more is the unit attacking the cultists. I Also was contacted by Isra she'll use a coded comm when she has data." Pausing for a bit, he remembers what his trainer had said. Some battles must be fought, and some must be thought. Hearing the other womans talk and explination, the Templar briefly concentrates chi into his right hand, forming a sword like blade.
"Study them huh? Thats rich coming from a defiled creature like you..let me be clear here...abomination..we do not sacrifice unless it is to set an example to what the price of failure and corruption is...and you already stand very close to crossing that line..given what you are." Dismissing the blade, he does however answer the question. "Thats on the recon team, the two of their number have been used often enough to have offical codenames, one has the ability to pick up electrical signitures the other is a goddamn ninja. They are going in, while we sleep they'll be scouting..hopefully we can somehow co-ordinate an attack..for now we have to trust in them..otherwise we have little data.." While he wasn't as fatalist as the fireusers, well one was upset, the other was just in a hurry to go kill things..he also wasn't happy with the mission details..but they had a good team on point..didn't they? Regardless, he seemed to very much dislike his new comrade in arms, but it was likely not just him, so much as the order as a whole, her power in a matter was a form of heresey, and a pact, while of humans, it was still unnatural.
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Noticing both the Ninja and Kitsune, Isra gives a nod to the pilot, taking off from the pad, they dropped below the island with speed. Having the pilot press the speaker system, she begins to speak.
"Pardon the noise. Helicopters are but so silent. We are one hour away from the destination, looking at the map, I am assuming with the location, they are at Keevil Airfield, it was given up in the retreats and force concentrations some years ago after being modernized, and had a number of prefabs set in there and the nearby town.." Holding a map up for the pair to see through the window door that lead to the forward cabin section. "It fits the profile of whats needed, we'll be using the Radio ear peices, set to UHF station 531. We'll drop in ten miles from the base, the other forces will be dropping further out, and while they get to sleep and dine, we shall infiltrate and cut the head off the snake. How well they do their job depends how well we do ours, we shall mark enemy positions, and find out the conditions of the monster supply and Enemy force housing. I will not tolerate failure or laziness.." Pausing briefly to let that sink in, the maid continues.
"We shall not assist with those missions however..we shall attempt making contact with the two other teams and cordinating an attack, during that time, or the hours proceading, we have fifthteen men and women who must die..I assume five for each of us. Data should be retrived, or erased on site..if we decide to erase, I can do this task easily. Are their any questions before I continue?" Looking at the files herslef, some information was spotty some was very detailed, the most so were among the research staff, and a few commanders. She was as effective with planning as she was with cleaning..but just as with the later, inflexable.