okay whatever
assuming Niff follows his orders:
"Good -- let's roll out. On me," the commander says, lifting a hand and beckoning his small force toward him. He walks toward the roof access door, opens it, and descends the flight of stairs. People give them strange looks as they pass, although some smile, giving them grateful nods. Once street level, the commander peeked out of the doorway, checking the streets. It seemed that most everyone was at the park or heading to it, as the only people in sight were those at the park. He looked back at his team, "Weapons, check." he says. Everyone behind him began checking themselves, flipping safety switches off and making sure rounds were chambered. "One, check."
"Two, check."
"Three ready."
"Four, check...." this continued all the way to eleven.
"Systems, check..." again, the soldiers behind the commander each gave their go-aheads. The commander nodded, and wiped sweat from his brow. He pulled his beanie down to cover his forehead and lifted the shemagh over his nose. He then reached for his walkie talkie which clipped to the shoulder strap on his plate carrier, "Ground team is ready, weapons free," he said after holding in the button on the side.
