On the edge of the forest, I did a basic recon first. Nothing too fancy, just wanting to see how many of them were inside of the forest. If there were more than 10 of them, Millie was pretty much fucked, considering the armor that she was wearing.
"One, two, three, four… Fifteen?" Millie observed the edge of the forest using a scope.
"Fifteen NPC spec-ops?" I asked her back.
"Yeah, fifteen. So, what's the plan?" Millie asked.
"We go there, shoot some bastards, get out with the helicopter, and that's it," I answered.
"Say WHAT?" Millie was impressed by the lack of tacticality in their plan.
I had my point. What was the purpose of acting tactical if the other party wouldn't be able to follow the orders. If I really wanted to be tactical, I would bring a DMR and kill them one by one from distance. Thinking about it, the 20" M16 should be able to act as an ersatz DMR.
"Alright, you want to be tactical?" I asked Millie.
Millie just nodded.
