Commissar Larkson raises her bolt pistol, and peers around the tree towards the farmhouse. "Sergeant, I believe that if a fire-team rushed them under covering fire, we can take the farmhouse with minimum casualties. We may have enough cover from darkness to throw off their aim, but the use of a smoke grenade or two would not be deemed wanton waste in this situation. I volunteer to lead the assault personally, but I leave the final decision and command to your authority."