Perched on the crossbeam, GhostFox surveys the scene. She thumbs the control to disable the laser sight and draws the modified pistol. Taking slow, deep, calm, evenly spaced breaths GhostFox aims the silenced firearm at the mook by the stairs, guarding the door and whispers a brief radio message to her team-mates,
"Sentry in sight. Locked, cocked and ready to party..."