Avery made sure that Doc was being looked-after during the heist. She couldn't be babysitting the man, not when she had to oversee the appropriation of cargo, but she did make sure one of her other Ravens kept Doc alive. She could admit that the medic wasn't a bad shot when he needed to be, but he was far from her best fighter.

She gave her men and women some cover-fire as they scurried off with some crates that were clearly marked as medical supplies

"Hurry it up!" she barked as she took out another two Dastan soldiers. She glanced over the crates, making note of the ones remaining. She knew their time was very limited, and they needed to make the most of it. She ducked down when a shot landed a bit too close to her shoulder for comfort, and popped back up again to fire her own pistol in return. As soon as the crates they had came for here taken, she moved to retreat. That was when she spied the large, unmarked black container. Whatever it was, it was unusual, and the Dastan soldiers seemed to be making an effort not to shoot it. She gestured to her workers, and then to the black box.

"That one too!" she ordered.