Azreal darted within the building and Quantas grinned. "Of course, you're the first in," he muttered. A moment later, there was a clang as the doors shut. Sliding to a halt, Quantas crouched and looked around with his rifle up and at the ready. After hearing Azreal's request he clicked back "10-4," scanning the area he started a bee-line for the peak above the hatch. At the very least, he'll get info on the area, as Az wished.
"I'll see if I can spot patrols before they ambush us, they've got the element of familiarity," he added. Bounding to his feet, he must have looked something like an indistinct blur in the low light of night. If they were worth anything at all, they'd have patrols with at least one person wearing an NVG.
There was a ping on a large rock behind him, and a moment later an echoing shot through the mountain range side of Cheyenne. It was impossible to tell where it came from now, but he had a clue. He looked around without stopping and saw one of the few high ground positions that had him in sight from this angle. Time to take cover he said to himself, and trudged on in a landscape imposed line for a good shot. Longview moved the rifle to his back and tightened the nylon-like bodystrap to secure it. Releasing the strap on his railgun, he slid it back into use and suddenly dropped behind a rock. Popping his head up above it he took a quick scan in the most obvious places. Seeing nothing he grunted and jumped out, back on the move. He repeated the motion another time before seeing in IR with his goggles. Resting the barrel against the rock he took only a half second to aim and mentally calculate the shot before firing, the enemy's head exploding like a melon in summer heat. "Nest neutralized," Quantas reported and moved on, switching back to his assault rifle.