"What I do best? Shouldn't we save the violent sex for... oh, blow shit up, right!" she replies cheerily.
She darts into the compound, moving about the perimeter and setting her explosives.
Then the U.S. troops arrive... damn. Now, normally, quite frankly, she wouldn't care. Her actual loyalty to any cause runs about as thick as her paycheck. But there are professional standards to be maintained. If the whole place blows up and takes out technical friendlies, it looks sloppy on mission reports. Ok, time to test her artillery.
Vaulting up to the top of one of the walls opposite the soldiers, she sprints along it until she reaches a good firing point. She aims the rocket launcher at what appears the largest barracks and fires, trying to drive any survivors into the teeth of the U.S. attack.
That ought to clear space and create some distraction so she can hunt down whoever's in charge here.
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