[-before he even raises the pistol, Lindianne is already on the move for cover-]
Contact. Second floor, one EKIA.
[Her MP5 is more of a polite cough than a teeth-rattling burst of fire as she leans from cover. Most people would panic under such circumstances. Lindianne, however, sounds almost bored by the entire thing. Whatever fear she might feel has been swallowed up by the memories of everything that's come to this point. Nothing else matters but seeing this done.]
[She presses her back to the door jamb, ducking as a few shots pockmark the drywall over her head. No time to lose. No chance to escape.]
no subject
Contact. Second floor, one EKIA.
[Her MP5 is more of a polite cough than a teeth-rattling burst of fire as she leans from cover. Most people would panic under such circumstances. Lindianne, however, sounds almost bored by the entire thing. Whatever fear she might feel has been swallowed up by the memories of everything that's come to this point. Nothing else matters but seeing this done.]
[She presses her back to the door jamb, ducking as a few shots pockmark the drywall over her head. No time to lose. No chance to escape.]
Wolfpack, do you have visual?