"If we don't know where the shooters are, it's gonna be pretty hard to sneak around anywhere in the complex. My guess is that they've been squatting there for a while, and Robin and Michael here accidentally trespassed into their territory. First thing's first: ascertain where they are, and take them down with as little fuss as possible. The less ammo we waste—and the less blood we spill—the better, in my opinion." He thought for a moment, his eyes scanning the grass below for some kind of inspiration. Finally, he turned to the two wolves. "I'm guessing it's a multi-story complex, right? If that's the case, I'd wager that they're somewhere on the upper floors, where they can have a good view of the complex and the surrounding area. Being up high would also help keep them safer from any infected..."
The odds were certainly stacked against them. Whoever these furs were, they were better armed and in a more fortified position than Shinobi, FoxStorm, Rena, Auden, and the wolves. Of course, such circumstances had never stopped the group from trying things before. They were, after all, crazy—according to Auden's claims. Maybe a plan like this would be just crazy enough to work...
"Alright," began Shinobi decisively. "As soon as everyone's feeling well enough to move, let's head out. Robin, Michael, you two brief us on what you remember about the complex on the way, and we'll work out a more detailed plan of attack once we get there and see it for ourselves." He then approached Robin, looking at him sternly. "You should stay out of any offensive action with that leg of yours. We don't want you tearing that bullet wound open again. Michael," He turned to Robin's companion. "I trust you're well enough to fight if necessary. Do you have a weapon?"