[With three mercenaries down, Ginia hunkers back against the building to figure out her next step. It's a dead zone crossing the street with a ninja around, mines who knows where, and likely another mercenary or two wandering around. Some of the buildings are blocked off or structurally unsound, but that doesn't mean someone can't hide in them or access them via fire escape.
She knows there isn't that much time to think; if she takes too long, she'll likely be forced into action. But act too quickly and she could get caught off-guard. The car's taken some damage, but mostly structural, and if there was a mine or a claymore underneath, the grenade would have set it off. There are no signs of mines across the ground, though there are potholes and cracks spider-webbing out.
Ginia inches toward the sidewalk and glances up at the building. Open windows and cracked windows, but she can't see anyone. Gun in hand, she plans out her path and goes for it, moving swiftly, but keeping low.
She barely misses the burst of shuriken. She dives, though not before taking a slice across her upper arm, and combat rolls, hauling the last few feet over to the dead mercenaries. She hooks a hand under his combat vest and drags him around to the other side of the car. Her mind is racing, her heart is beating, but she cuts through everything as she reassess the situation. She'll need to pop over to the clinic to get her arm healed up after, but for now, Ginia quickly slices off a pant leg from the mercenary and wraps it tightly around the cut.
She's quick to strip him down for supplies too, taking his SMG, two magazines, another stun grenade, two more grenades, his laces, and his helmet. The helmet is put over the side mirror of the car, protecting it as she throws her weight against it to wrench it off, knife slicing through the connecting wires.
The mirror is used to peer over the car and assess the surrounding area. Mercenary entering the building across the street. Hm.]
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She knows there isn't that much time to think; if she takes too long, she'll likely be forced into action. But act too quickly and she could get caught off-guard. The car's taken some damage, but mostly structural, and if there was a mine or a claymore underneath, the grenade would have set it off. There are no signs of mines across the ground, though there are potholes and cracks spider-webbing out.
Ginia inches toward the sidewalk and glances up at the building. Open windows and cracked windows, but she can't see anyone. Gun in hand, she plans out her path and goes for it, moving swiftly, but keeping low.
She barely misses the burst of shuriken. She dives, though not before taking a slice across her upper arm, and combat rolls, hauling the last few feet over to the dead mercenaries. She hooks a hand under his combat vest and drags him around to the other side of the car. Her mind is racing, her heart is beating, but she cuts through everything as she reassess the situation. She'll need to pop over to the clinic to get her arm healed up after, but for now, Ginia quickly slices off a pant leg from the mercenary and wraps it tightly around the cut.
She's quick to strip him down for supplies too, taking his SMG, two magazines, another stun grenade, two more grenades, his laces, and his helmet. The helmet is put over the side mirror of the car, protecting it as she throws her weight against it to wrench it off, knife slicing through the connecting wires.
The mirror is used to peer over the car and assess the surrounding area. Mercenary entering the building across the street. Hm.]