Cheryl shrugged at Drake--a mere twitch of her shoulders, no more. She still held the sheet of paper from earlier and was idly palming the pen in her right hand.
"Beats me. I'd say we just go and do this by the book, Agents. We can always edit some lines if necessary, but there's no need to re-write the whole thing."
She looked between them.
"He calls the shots, you two point the guns--and I'll make sure you get there and have everything you need. I like how simple that sounds, even though I have no fucking clue where we are going and what conditions we'll have to adapt to. Talk about going in blind."
Having said that, Cheryl complied with their CO's request. She looked for a flat enough surface, propped the sheet of paper up against it, and scribbled down a suppressor for her modified M1911, along with extra ammunition.
Then she offered both pen and sheet to Drake.
"Your turn, or would you rather I fill it for you?"
"Beats me. I'd say we just go and do this by the book, Agents. We can always edit some lines if necessary, but there's no need to re-write the whole thing."
She looked between them.
"He calls the shots, you two point the guns--and I'll make sure you get there and have everything you need. I like how simple that sounds, even though I have no fucking clue where we are going and what conditions we'll have to adapt to. Talk about going in blind."
Having said that, Cheryl complied with their CO's request. She looked for a flat enough surface, propped the sheet of paper up against it, and scribbled down a suppressor for her modified M1911, along with extra ammunition.
Then she offered both pen and sheet to Drake.
"Your turn, or would you rather I fill it for you?"