Lieutenant Colonel Elliana Hawke slammed her back against the wall of one of the buildings. Her hand gun in her hand, her rifle slung onher shoulder. She was panting softly. She took a peek out from behind the wall. They were still following her. She growled softly. She had to find somewhere to go. Somewhere that wasn't easily accessible. She needed to know that she could get in and those bastards couldn't. She groaned, taking out some splunking gear. The spikes would surely be able to penetrate the walls of the building. She used the equipment to climb up the side of a building that had been abandoned. It had been locked down. Metal doors, and barred windows. She had hit the jackpot. But she'd have to slimb to the top. And that would certainly be no easy task. But her upper body, and core strength was nothing to be poked fun at. She was incredibly strong. She made it to the roof of the building. Sweat covering her skin. She was wearing her Army uniform still, but the top was taken off. Leaving her with her bottoms and a tee shirt. Along with the multitude of weapons she carried on her. She took up a good prone position on the roof, using the rfile that had been slung on her shoulder. Trying to steady her breathing to get a good shot.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Hearing someone yell in German Truppführer Katja Himmel quickly made her way to where Jürgen and Günter were slaughtering more Americans. As far as anyone knew, she was still SS. She still wore their uniforms. So maybe joining them would be the smartest decision she could make. "Reichsführer!" Katja yelled. She had made sure to get roughed up a little in her last fight, just in case something like this should happen. "Americans. They are everywhere..." She had always been good at getting what she wanted. She was wearing her uniform bottoms, but her jacket had been ripped off of her. And her shirt was ripped up. Exposing some of her chest, and some of her toned stomach. She had a bloody lip, and a bruise on her cheek. She wasn't used to having to work for what she wanted. And she hoped she wouldn't have to now. Her pants hugging the curves of her ample backside. She knew she could get what she wanted either way. She just didn't want to be on her own anymore.