"Roger that." She popped up at the window, aiming carefully, making sure to count in gravity, as well as wind speed. Then, she fired. As she fired, the gun tilted a bit, and the bullet hit the gunner. Unfortunately, as the gunner fell backwards, his finger remained jammed on the trigger, and the rising column of bullets began to impact around the windowsill, one flying straight at her shoulder and whizzing through it, feeling like a red hot razer. "Fuck!" She screams out, as a second impacts the same arm. She quickly ducks down, bringing her gun with her. The bullets pass as the gun points to the sky, and the gunner's finger slips off of it. "I'm hit!"