Cambria nodded, pulling his own gun a little closer to his body now that the risk had abated, even if just slightly. If the sniper was here, then there were probably at least two or three other operatives dispersed across the area providing similar aid. "We have one more guy out there distracting them."

The sniper chuckled, peering into the viewfinder of his complicated-looking weapon. His entire body seemed to still and relax, falling into place and out of tension as he geared up his shot with whatever target he was following. "Don't worry," he said quietly. "We know our own." After a minute in which he barely even moved, he pulled the trigger - a quick-fire jerk of his finger followed by the muffled sound of the bullet being expelled from the barrel, barely any recoil whatsoever in the motion.

A loud swear sounded from a distance away, followed by one last gunshot.

"Thanks," said Evan, his voice cutting into the transmission. He sounded winded, but that was infinitely better than wounded. There was a professional edge to his voice now, something to-the-point and lacking playfulness, perhaps because of their company. It was a far cry to his normal countenance, but rarely heard during most of his interactions with Bentley. "All three are down. Who's with the doctors?"

"I am," said the Sniper, pulling up from his crouch and flipping the safety on his rifle. He looked to the medics and did a thumbs-up motion.

"Take them to the Captain first," said a stranger, most likely another reinforcement. "We'll catch up."