"Way ahead of you, man." York unholsters her pistol, examining it with a broad smile. "Hey, I did my homework. I picked up some new ammo for the occasion. I'd like to see those little cockbites get past me."

She nods at the both of them, still grinning, almost eager. It's been a little while since she's had any action like this, and while she's pretty much retired, hey, it's fun to do a job here and there, still. "C'mon, let's move out. We're only a few blocks away," she says, waving them to start walking along with her. She keeps her pistol at the ready. "They're holding position outside of an abandoned shop front. You guys cover me, I'll take point and make a mess of 'em. Sync?"