movement.
Opportunity is never one to wait patiently.
It's not like of the soldier to wait either, although she decides initiative is her first step to doing anything remotely successful, as those who rush in or wait for the second hit are both generally the losers in their matches.
Tonight is a simple job for herself and a few of her newly-recruited mercenaries, choosing to personally instruct them in the way she wishes for them to conduct themselves, as opposed to allowing them to fire ammunition and spread chaos - because any of her soldiers' behavior will either reflect well or terribly on her behalf, and Sonia Nevermind could not possibly account ill and misplaced actions as repeated mistakes or slip-ups; and surely, anyone who will go against her basic lessons will be reprimanded accordingly, without so much as a blink of an eye.
It is a simple, boring, dull as all hell job. Were it not for the newness of the corps, she would have sent an experienced member of her corps to go alone for this one. But her inhibition toward new people of all varieties of training leads to her having to ensure orderly conduct. The job is long and since done, and she has yet to purchase vehicles for the group's use, so they take to walking - casually - back toward the office to finish a most unexciting evening.
Rather quiet, a few talk; the raven-like girl doesn't mind it, oddly informal for how strict she is. All weapons of the party concealed, they look more like a group of dark people walking late at night on a Friday the Thirteenth... how uneventful--