Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150823230826/@comment-25127382-20150921150057

"Go ahead, fool. Not one thing on that card is legitimate. Only careless imbeciles leave traces in our line of work. That being said, they are likely to send in a group to either rescue us, or kill everything in the base including us. Can't leave traces, now can they? Let's just hope they're subtle about it, eh?"

"Go ahead. Failure is death anyway in our line of work. Rest assured, whether we survive or not, you and your pathetic group of brusque baboons will be exterminated like the rabid out-of-line zoo animals you are." Elizabeth replied as she attempted to summon her atronach, realising that her interrogator could use magic within the room.

Meanwhile, Emilia had gotten into a high-altitude camouflaged position within a mile's radius of the base. She was using her rifle's scope to scout the enemy movements, but was being passive as of the moment. She wasn't even fully aware of the situation, just that her comrades had gone MIA. A sniper opening fire with nothing to cover and no specific target would be irrational, not to mention foolish. Much wiser to remain hidden until given a reason to pull the trigger.

(In other words, should the two eventually get out, they will have some outside back-up.)