Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>6343473Athrun's heart beat against his ears as the Mobile Suit teams found themselves in noticeable delay from the planned explosives.
Sliding into cover alongside Rusty within the Hangar, He already had a visual on the Mobile Suit he was supposed to jack ahead of time, having split from his three remaining redcoats to cover the ground necessary.
"Athrun, why do these have full-bore rifles?!" Rusty let out a blind volley before ejecting the magazine of his submachinegun "It's like the colony security knew we'd be here!"
Precisely, somehow, the Black-Armoured personnel from Morgenroete's facilities seemed far more on the ready than the Alliance crew.
<span class="mu-i">Not that the engineers, dock workers and even soldiers were slouching from their side</span>, Athrun counting within his head before tossing a cooked fragmentation grenade. Clearing their path as he and his ginger-haired compatriot finally breached into the Hangar proper...
And yet... <span class="mu-i">A faint pull of instinct struck Athrun, as he placed themselves into Cover, <span class="mu-s"> Rusty being slow on the uptake as he sprayed a covering volley</span></span>
