[Three flights of stairs up and the battered building's ceiling opens out into a rapidly dimming sky filled to the brim with stars. The scenic location isn't for relaxation; where the stairwell drops off to show a skeletal skyline is precisely parallel to the setting sun, and hidden in its shadow, Palmer has a perfect bird's eye view for scouting without sitting exposed.
As usual, she doesn't set foot on the planet's surface when there are teams in need of babysitting (And more often than not, it is babysitting.) so today she's out enjoying a few rounds without any recruits on her tail or cluttering up her feed.
It does wonders for her temper. As does the occasional snipe with the heavy M395 DMR resting idly in her armored hands.]
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As usual, she doesn't set foot on the planet's surface when there are teams in need of babysitting (And more often than not, it is babysitting.) so today she's out enjoying a few rounds without any recruits on her tail or cluttering up her feed.
It does wonders for her temper. As does the occasional snipe with the heavy M395 DMR resting idly in her armored hands.]