[quote]"Scott, I want you to keep point- we're headed down this alley, it should take us out to the Strøget. No doubt there will be civies, and possibly cops too...watch fire when you can, and watch any runners"[/quote]

"Sir," Scott replied with a nod, swinging up and around the cover as he moved off, keeping the P90 at port arms. He moved hastily, jogging down the asphalt of the street, breath misting in the cold morning air. The thunder of Wendys' cover fire bounced off of the surrounding buildings, and men ahead of him crumpled and collapsed spectacularly as the heavy, powerful .50cal bullets impacted. "Great shots, over," he murmured on the tactical channel as he paused to take stock of the scene, before moving on again. Ahead, he could see the moving figures, motioning and yelling to each other as they moved in a group, weapons brandished. At least the streets were relatively clear; that was a small mercy. Nonetheless, the SAS trooper wasn't in the habit of taking wild pot-shots. He dug his toes in as he ran, trying to eat up a much ground between them as he could. The sooner he caught up to them and stopped them, the better. And that would need a close, personal touch. His breath huffed and heaved as he ran, and he pulled the P-90 up to his shoulder once more, thumbing the fire-selector dial to semi, and taking a shot. It ripped through the knee of one of the group, and he collapsed to the ground, thinning the carriers' entourage further. Now, he'd bought the distance between them down. Would they stop and turn to engage? He hoped to high heaven the carrier didn't choose to just detonate the bomb if he caught up; but he had to try, whatever else. Setting a determined look on his face, he grunted and hammered himself into running harder to try and catch them.