The woman glanced up at the Spartan and peered at his broken leg before pulling forth the knife on her right shoulder. Focusing back upon the helmet in her lap she stabbed at the inside of the helmet. Shana pulled out a few wires out of it and inspected further before ripping it free from the helmet to toss aside.<br/><br/>"I can rig a redneck mobile for you, but I can't fix your legt." she told Hunter as she took the wiring from the wraith and inserted it into the Spartan's helmet. Jerking her hand away quickly, she placed the tip of her index finger to her mouth and cursed beneath her breath as the wiring had given her a shock. Shana's helmet hummed to life as someone attempted to make contact, but the woman was not going to retrieve her helmet and though she wanted to throw the Spartan's helmet for shocking her, she restrained herself. Grumbling, Shana dug around in the helmet a moment longer before putting her knife back in its place upon her shoulder armor.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"We've got hostiles coming closer from down the street." the male Private reported to the Sergeant as they leaned against the concrete wall of the garage.<br/><br/>Jacobs heard him, but eyed the female and wondered if she'd flee again. Checking his battle rifle he replied, "Damn...that sniper must have spilled the beans. I had hoped we had the advantage here..."<br/><br/>As the Sergeant dared to peek around the bend, his comms came to life. Before the man could get a good view of the enemy coming their way, Jacobs got back into cover and leaned his back against the wall. Bringing a hand up to his ear piece, Jacobs responded, "This is Sergeant Jacobs confirming: Snipers are in the area. I repeat, snipers are in the area. I have two men down and more hostiles are on the waa-Private 589 get your damn head down! If I have to repeat my order one more time I will kill you myself!...Jacobs out."