Chell’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her shotgun.
It…had only been a few minutes, God where was he-
A wave of relief washed over her as Sam emerged again and delivered his report. She nodded and game him a small smile. ”Thanks, Sam. You did well.”
And you came back alive.
Finally secure with the knowledge that her scout made it back, Chell began mulling over the information Sam had given them.
Five of them…
Normally, her answer to this would be to snake around and rush the group, after getting a lay of her surrounding. And the impulse that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore certainly spurred on the thought.
…damn. She really wasn’t used to leading a group around. But she had fought along side other people a lot lately. True, most of the time she was under Lily’s command, but she’d made some…executive decisions herself.
Her eyes traveled up to her friends. They were all waiting…waiting to hear from her…
…at least, she thought they all were. Lucy’s bouncing on her heels and murderous look in her eye suggested that her mind might be elsewhere.
Well, she could use that focus for something.
Her brows knitted together in concentration, “Sam, are they spread out or all moving together as a group?”
If they were spread out, they could pick them off one by one. But…
"I…can we come at them from both sides? If we split into two groups, we can box them in."
Even though the bastards had been here for nearly five years, well…few knew this place better than she did.
"I know a few corridors we can use to get behind them," she looked up at Tau.
It would definitely benefit her to get the opinion of her strategist.
"Do you think that would work?"