Survivors in the freezers? Oh please tell me no one feels compelled to save them. Not what we're being paid for, not my problem. Ignore it Silk.
Silk smiled at Little Joe walking past her. "Good luck, Joe.". Don't think I'll be seeing you again.
She didn't wait for a reaction and rushed towards the eastern hallway.
Walking up to Hank, she started asking if he was coming with them when she noticed the confused look on his face. Wh..? Shit, still talking Russian. Sorry Joe.
She repeat her question in English. "You coming with us to grab the package?"
Subvocal: "Didn't see any masks or respirators when we were in there. Doesn't mean there aren't any, these guys are expecting to ambush runners after all."
She checked her weapons. Her Savalette still had 15 shots of Ex-Ex in it, the small Morrisey Elan reported 7 capsule rounds -filled with Narcoject- loaded, a taser hung on her belt.
Subvocal: "As for the package: We take his bodyguards down, take him down with non-lethal and leave. Not going to risk talking to him, what would I say? 'We've got a sniper and a hitter, tell your small army to surrender!' Maybe he'll fall over laughing, but I'm not so good at slapstick."
"So, if we get into trouble, withdraw back to the hallway and see what the mage can send as backup? Think I should ask them to open the door too? Knock on the door and 'Sir, there's a problem with Carl, sir.'" The last sentence was spoken with the voice of the guard she just killed with a shot through the heart.