Lizzy was assigned to a Raven. That bird would either go on supply runs or on emergency evacuations. She was cover fire; along with the guns attached. It was a compromise between Lizzy and Hoffman. He wanted to stick her in Control; she wanted to be in a squad. It wasn't exactly front line infantry, but she saw combat a couple times a week.

"We're firing up, lil missy. Better strap your self in," Robinson, the copilot, shouted.

"Wouldn't want you taking another swan dive!" Rodger, the pilot, added.

"Where we headed to?" Lizzy ignored their comments as they took off.

"Some squad needs evac. Thirty klics south south west of here."

In no time, she was lowering herself in the middle of a firefight. The Raven had to land farther back than originally planned, so Lizzy would have help them take out some grubs. Her favorite part of the job. It worked better, however, if some people didn't consider her some sort of terrorist. The squad captain scoffed as she landed.

"I ask for reinforcements, and they send you," he sneered.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to step aside. It's time to let the professional do her job," Lizzy had learn to ignore people like that.

He scowled at her while the less injured Gear explained the situation. The three hid themselves behind a rock. Occasionally they fired back at the grubs. Lizzy did a quick head count. There was the captain, the incredibly injured guy, and the slightly less injured guy. One Gear was missing.

"He needs medical attention. Get him to the Raven now," Lizzy said.

The captain was about to interject, but the other Gear quickly agreed.

"We're a man short. Where is he?" she continued

The captain didn't get time to complain about her hijacking his squad.

"We were going to investigate the ruins of that town up there. Find food and ammo. Grubs ambushed us, and he's still in there somewhere," the Gear pointed.

Lizzy paused to think for a second. "Okay, Raven now. Go. I've got cover fire. I'll get your man out."

The three Gears headed for the Raven. Lizzy lobbed a smoke grenade over the rock. She heard the grubs cough and sputter. Lancer out, she laid waste to the first ones she saw stagger out of the smoke. One clip empty, reloaded, and another smoke grenade out. It covered her escape. Less of an escape as it was a blind charge towards the grubs. Lizzy revved the Lancer as she ran.

Bits and blood sprayed in her face. She kicked the dead grub forward. Moving on to the next. She blind fired in front of her as the smoke cleared. A few more grubs down. This run was a really bad one to not bring a shotgun. Lizzy dove for cover. A voice buzzed in her ear.

"Hey lady, you supposed to be my back up?" it teased.

"Control only sends the best," Lizzy retorted.

"Fancy working with you. Heard stories."

"Stories don't mean shit."

"Live action is the best, huh?" he laughed, "So you're a sniper, right? There's a nice tower for you to get the big ones off of me."

"Boomers and such? Sounds like my kind of party," Lizzy replied.

She scurried for the tower. It was practically toppling over. A flight of stairs below her nest, she planted a smoke grenade. Another one behind her. Lizzy made herself comfortable as she drew her Longshot. A sizable explosion not to far away shook the tower. Lizzy guessed that's where her missing Gear was.

"I assume that's you?" she asked, always good to double check.

"Just making sure you notice me," he said, still cheery.

She zoomed in on the dust. Deep breath, and Lizzy squeezed the trigger. It was a really nasty mess that guy had gotten himself into. A boomer dropped. She reloaded and dropped another boomer. She zoomed out for a second to gather her surroundings again. A sniper took a potshot at her Gear. Her scope and eyes snapped to his position. Calmly, Lizzy reloaded and fired.

"Damn!" the Gear whistled, "That's why I wear a helmet!"

"Lil Missy!" a familiar drawl buzzed in Lizzy's ear. "Give us your position, and we'll grab you."

Lizzy reiterated her location to the Raven. She scrambled to the top of her tower as they swooped down. Lizzy hooked herself in. A sniper way down below fired. His shot was too low; it missed Lizzy's head and torso. Instead, it nicked her thigh.

"Rodger. Fly by that pile of collapsed building," Lizzy winced

"Doing a pick up?" Robinson asked, "Want me to leave you down there?"

"Pull me up real quick."

She attached herself to a harness as Rodger flew over. Quickly, she double checked all the hooks. Lizzy was gone just as soon as she was there.

"Hey, you're bled on my bird," Rodger remarked, nonchalantly.

"What the fuck are you doing? You've been shot!" Robinson scolded.

"Fucking trust me," Lizzy grumbled.

"You have a crazy idea of sniping," the Gear below laughed.

Lizzy landed on a drone. She kept her balance as she rammed the barrel of her Longshot down another one's throat. Lizzy fired and swung the Longshot below her, bludgeoning her ladder. Her leg was screaming in agony. As she slung her Longshot on her back, she grabbed the Gear's outstretched arm. The Raven hoisted them up. Once safely aboard the Raven, the Gear clapped Lizzy hard on the back. His squad mate hastily wrapped up her leg.

"Thanks. Guess those stories are all true," he laughed, "Swan diving off Ravens, saving guys after you've been shot, general badassery..."

"Hey, buddy, shut the fuck up, and let me pass out in peace," Lizzy snapped.

"Control, this is KR-42. We are inbound with two in need of immediate medical attention," Robinson reported.

"Copy that, Robinson. Safe to assume Lizzy's one of them?" Anya sighed.

"Rrrrroger that, Ma'am."