"Fuck." It was a soft curse, but Samantha was not happy at all. She was sniping as fast as she could and it was<em>not enough</em>. There was simply too many of them. Oh, there was a trail of bodies, but with one down, two more were on the target place. Or at least that was how it felt with the numbers not going down. "Son of-" Her blue eyes narrowed and lips turned into snarl as she changed her position and took out the bastards that took out one of the cars. This time, there was a feeling of satisfaction as they were dead, but she could not relax at all. Instead she had to immediately shoot elsewhere. It was bullet after bullet with barely enough time to find the target before shooting.<br/><br/>"Shoot." Samantha growled at the British Guy. But she had to admit that her thoughts were very alike. And then she cursed as she saw that she was running out of bullets. Running out of bullets - this was insane. but she had enough for few rounds.. And there were other weapons around. So she simply concentrated on the shooting... And did not ponder what their commander would do with the back-up. She targeted someone who was targeting them. It was satisfying to see them hit (dead, but she preferred to not think of that yet). There were too many, but she would sooner die, then stop shooting them.