Fenrir's Fangs

"Anyone know how to get a good idea, of how many people are in that warehouse?" - asked Vik his comrades.
Only silence came.
"See, this is why I'm here with you guys, I'm gonna teach you how to solve a problem like this. See, I killed a few ADs a couple of days ago, and stole one of their AD armour. I'm wearing it under my cloak right now. But I don't want to risk my ass, trying to do that. I need to stay here and keep radio contact and command the others. Any volunteers?"
Once again - silence.
"No one is willing to help Fenrir's Fangs?" - asked Vik again.
"Sir, I'll do it"
"Who sayed that?"
"Me, sir" - then Ashley went out of the croud.
Viktor is a bit surprised by the recruit, and then looks at the adren officers.
"You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. Once this is over, I'll personally be your Athro trainee and make sure it's miserably hard. Now Ashley, I'm gonna need my old armour back, then you grab this ZX11. It's a bit heavy, but you should handle it."
As Ashley takes of Vik's LR8, everyone can see the beutifull body of a woman, that is sent to risk her life. A perfect vessel for a future child, and it can turn into a meat shiled instead. This is just how **** up the world is now.
After exchanging armours, Vik briefs Ashley on what she needs to find out.