Furlann snapped off the mapboard, forestalling Tom’s effort to find another option. "We haven’t got time to fool around." she said, picking up and slinging the captured Steyr autorifle she’d adopted to add to her image as a combat commander. "Get your people moving. Fischer’s bringing up drones from the Fort Myer perimeter to get them in on the hostiles’ left flank and he’s only got time for a couple of passes. If the Consies aren’t pinned, his attack won’t do half the job we need."