[ Though she rarely would get seasick, Jill still isn't particularly fond of long treks on open waters. It's not exactly unpleasant, but she can't name a single time she's managed to avoid stormy skies and violent tides, rocking boat or jet ski until she feels nauseated. The tugboat was larger than expected, but by the time they had hit their destination via a rocky alcove, her legs still felt like they were being moved of their own accord and vibrating despite the solid land beneath her. Her pack is attached firmly both to hip and back and she's in the middle of fixing her AR to a comfortable space on the bag before heading out a little further.
Jill starts by scanning the immediate area, she waits for her newly assigned partner to catch up. They'll have to find another way off this island to the nearest one, but it shouldn't be an issue after they carry on with information gathering. Hopefully it would be more along the lines of giving a disgruntled guard a week's pay instead of having to fight their way off, but she's prepared for either obstacle and then some. After a moment, she drags herself toward the mouth of the cave, overlooking the expanse of thick foliage below; it's scattered with small outposts, some larger than the others. Intel suggests they're factories and the fact that they aren't on the main island means they're not immediately important, perhaps even extraneous to the work being done elsewhere.
She readjusts here pack, rolling a shoulder as she tries to make out anything more in the distance. It's all shrouded by tree canopy or the lay of the land. Though where they are has a small vantage point, it's not nearly high enough to hit the other edges of the island and see to the others nearby. There's bound to be more guards, if not BOWs spread throughout but she's itching to get rid of the sea legs already. ]
You about ready to head off? [ She throws her voice low so there's no echoing off the cavern walls. In some vague attempt to be more friendly, she commits to it with a crooked smile, eyebrows raised. ] Know I was introduced with full name and we haven't done much chatting, but just Jill's fine.
where's my gif
Jill starts by scanning the immediate area, she waits for her newly assigned partner to catch up. They'll have to find another way off this island to the nearest one, but it shouldn't be an issue after they carry on with information gathering. Hopefully it would be more along the lines of giving a disgruntled guard a week's pay instead of having to fight their way off, but she's prepared for either obstacle and then some. After a moment, she drags herself toward the mouth of the cave, overlooking the expanse of thick foliage below; it's scattered with small outposts, some larger than the others. Intel suggests they're factories and the fact that they aren't on the main island means they're not immediately important, perhaps even extraneous to the work being done elsewhere.
She readjusts here pack, rolling a shoulder as she tries to make out anything more in the distance. It's all shrouded by tree canopy or the lay of the land. Though where they are has a small vantage point, it's not nearly high enough to hit the other edges of the island and see to the others nearby. There's bound to be more guards, if not BOWs spread throughout but she's itching to get rid of the sea legs already. ]
You about ready to head off? [ She throws her voice low so there's no echoing off the cavern walls. In some vague attempt to be more friendly, she commits to it with a crooked smile, eyebrows raised. ] Know I was introduced with full name and we haven't done much chatting, but just Jill's fine.