Something spiteful in french came over the radio "Sorry yankee, that wasn't meant for you. Your a sniper, do your job. Just be careful. We've managed to hit the lead vehicles and close off the roads, but up there the tanks might still be able to get an angle on you and I don't want you or this Casino drawing that kind of fire. Don't forget we've set up our HQ in here. Keep an eye on the side streets and... Okay, I've got a German coming your way. Says he was a police sniper."<br/><br/>Konrad jogged up the stares and pushed the door open. He saw the American and nodded to her "Hallo" He understood English fairly well but only spoke a little. He unshouldered his Mauser, an actually World War II relic, and not one he ever thought woudl be used like this. It had been a weekend hunting rifle until this war had started, now it was back to doing what it was built for.  He laid prone next to her and laid his rifle beside him, then pulled out a pare of binoculars to scan the ground below and the building windows.