Anyil had finally gotten the action she'd been chafing for, and now she was cursing her rather inopportune wishes. The Mockingbird had requested a minimal support team for the mission, and with the main handler stupidly diving into the line of fire and subsequently getting shipped to a medical facility, Anyil had been forced to take on the role of handler. Bad luck and accident had struck down most of the rest of the team, and Anyil's misgivings had only grown; unfortunately, between running the mission and trying to get the injured to safety, she hadn't had time to look into things. Her worst fears were confirmed by a quick message over the comm late one night: "Mockingbird has fallen. Repeat, Mockingbird down. Send extraction team ASAP. Repeat, send -"
The transmission cut off in a burst of gunfire and static. Cursing, Anyil got the message to HQ, asked for an extraction team - and then suited up and ran out into the rainy night, hoping that she'd get there while one woman still had a chance of helping anything.