Roschni could hear gunshots, then Nixon cough and shout. Nothing else made a sound, not even the captain. Was she really left to her own devices? Roschni wondered, the smokescreen would have been an overkill if she was...<br/><br/>Unbeknown to Roschni, the captain had taken one of the three sprayed bullets. He didn't flinch or vocalise the pain that must have went through leg, but was hit in his thigh, which made it difficult for his right leg to hold up much weight and slowed his walking. Inevitably anemia would be kicking in, but for now the captain did not seem affected. Instead he drew his own weapon and shot in the direction he'd heard Elizabeth's voice from. The bullets were aimed at about shin-height so they wouldn't kill in the event his warning shots would actually hit target.<br/><br/>“You have nowhere to run. Surrender, or I'll be forced switch to automatic.” The captain announced calmly, as he kept moving forward.<br/><br/>Meanwhile outside, grey clouds fumed from the doorway and hole in the window; their cover was slowly escaping. Roschni held her finger on the trigger and her rifle remained pointed at the doorway, tensely shut in her position. Seconds crawled by like hours and slowly Roschni's head filled with worst-case scenario's of what went on in the cabin, of what went down with her brothers in the hold, of what the captain would do with her when he got out. There must had been a reason only she had had come with him... Her heart was pounding in her throat. This raid was unpredictable, and Roschni did not like that at all...