Wendy vocalized her acknowledgment of Jan's order, making herself comfortable as she peered through the scope of her Barrett. Just another moment as an overwatch sniper. This was an essential task though. She needed to catch everyone who staggered away from the impending result. They could go get reinforcements, and before they knew it they were outnumbered and outgunned. Wendy had to be on high alert, making sure her reaction would have little to no delay. It was imperative, as soon as she had movement she would aim, point, and shoot. The time between targets needed to be next-to-nil, something Wendy was very well capable of achieving. The Canuck had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and she wasn't afraid to use them. She lied on the ground, making a slow and calculated scan of the ground below, finger on the trigger and ready to move at a movement's notice.

An explosion could be heard and gunfire was exchanged for quite the bit, which prompted Wendy to get into a better position so she could move and fire. Gunfire continued for a long while, Wendy tensing her grip on the rifle as she readied herself. Readying herself to pull that trigger and eliminate any target. Once it dwindled, she would be expecting runners at any second. Runner she needed to dispose of immediately. Movement registered in her brain and she snapped to it. It was a tango sprinting for dear life for an alley, but Wendy wouldn't let anyone get past. One pull of the trigger, and they went down like a bag of bricks. Snapping to another target, she pulled the trigger again. Another quick scan before she closed in on another target, aiming towards his head and firing a round through his head. Clean kill, it was quick and efficient.

"I got runners, but they're down." She said, sighing as she went back to patrol mode, seeing if there was anyone else who dared to run after seeing their comrades fall. If they were any smarter than them they'd go back into the building or just surrender altogether. "All good on my end."