Maja watched as the bullet bounced off the rearview mirror. She blinked from the impact, and pursed her lips. They were comprised. Damn.

[color=82ca9d]"Borrealis to Thorn and Coy, Borrealis to Thorn and Coy."[/color] Her chin lowered and she spoke into the microphone. She had dropped her habit of always putting "Mr. or Ms." in front of people's names when the situation was urgent. Her voice would crackle through the radios of her comrades. 

[color=82ca9d]"I have taken fire. I do not believe myself to be in any extreme danger. A male figure, clad in dark clothing, ski mask, wielding a lever action hunting rifle of some kind. Be careful. I will be postponing the mission for now. Over."[/color] She turned away from her destination, instead going left. If she was being tracked, the last thing she wanted to do was stand out in the open and make conversation with the Irish Mob. 

 [@Kidd][@Bombardier]