Ending his speech, he looked around at the others, capturing their eyes for a moment before moving on to the next, ending up looking at Methos.
"Since you're somewhat of a strategist, do you have any other ideas for a team structure, or does my humble attempt at it meet your standards."
His tone of voice was completely neutral, and his body language completely relaxed, though ready for action at a moments notice, for those able to read it.
Methos stood up, stretching his back, then nodded at Slade.
"It's rather basic, crude, but given our complete lack of team cohesion, as well as the limited amount of trust among us, the formation you are suggesting is currently the best option we have."
He frowned lightly, as he continued "I would prefer to have some kind of high-ground scout support. Someone who could warn us of danger, before we, as a group, would notice it. But then again, it would be foolish to send anyone out alone, given the lack of information about what kind of threats we might encounter, which would mean that any high-ground support, would have to be at least two people, leaving only three of us on the ground, to handle any actual combat."
Pulling out his knife, he held it up to the light. After examining it, he began sharpening it. While sharpening he began hearing the moans coming from outside. He stopped and looked up.
"Ok strategy men. What the *vulgarity* is that?"
Methos grimaced at hearing the moans, and muttered a colorful Sumerian curse under his breath, before answering.
"Most likely, the reason that we, a group of rather talented individuals, were chosen and brought here for the mission we have been given, rather than simply a group of random people."
He turned to Slade and the others. "If at all possible, we should try to find a route to the hospital, that keeps us away from ground level. I would suggest making our way to the roof of this building, to see if we can get an idea about the lay of the land, and plot out a possible route."