Wendy listened to Jan barking orders in her earpiece, responding with a sign of compliance rather promptly. She peered through her scope and watched for the slightest sign of movement. As soon as the sniper would detect the slightest hint of movement, she would snap to it. Patiently, she waited, like a hawk waiting for some prey. The patience did pay off very nicely, as she snapped to the a group of mobile tangos. This was her time to shine. Just her and her Barrett about to fire away. She took careful aim, accounting for the amount of bend the bullet's trajectory would take. She fired at the one in front of the pack, watching him crumple and fold. She snapped to the next target. Fired on him. It wasn't a clean shot to the head, but she didn't want to risk penetration and accidentally hit someone she wasn't supposed to. A chest shot was good enough and it killed them just fine.

Wendy fired off a few more shots, dropping each and every one of her targets cleanly. She went on the radio, "Tangos are down. Target seems to be heading down the street. No change in path just yet!" She reported, "I'll relocate shortly to continue keeping track of him." She said, taking her sniper rifle and hauling ass to the adjacent ledge, giving her a better view of the street below. "Target is still headed straight down the street. Recommend you get there soon, he looks like he's going to duck into an alley at any second. I will lose visual very soon." She warned, knowing that she could only see so far before he ran too far down for her to see clearly or ducked into an alley.