Skye was off to a bad start. She'd hit the drop-point two minutes behind schedule, which meant Sitara had already beat her there. It wasn't that they were in competition, at all - Skye just liked knowing where her other small counterpart was when they were working on the ground like this. She hated it with a passion, because she knew close-quarters sniping caused for a lot of problems, like actual interface with marks, and that never sat well over the dinner table during casual discussion. She'd have been dandy if she hadn't been running late altogether, but that was not anything she could change now.
She clicked her two-way on quietly and rested at the base of a large tree towards a small gulley in the middle of the woods that engulfed Central Park. "Hey, you in position?" she asked, not even clear on where Sitara was at this point.
She shifted and tilted her head, thankful for her Pakana nose at the moment. Their marks were still a good distance away, though she didn't know if she'd have time to set up. She'd have to rely on Sitara to be her eyes for the moment, knowing that the sniper could only get so many shots off at a time, especially when the marks began to scatter, which inevitably always happened on multiple-target jobs.
Effing vampires, man.