Nolan nodded, "I see him...wait one..." He inched over, and got into a firing position, he slotted a new magazine into his rifle, one of the magazines that is filled to the brim with that EXACTO ammunition he still had lying around from their last op. He had kept the rounds, intending to use them now and make a full report on their use afterward. He reached out switching on the laser painter or the rounds. He painted the truck, getting a bead on the engine block, two rounds quick, would knock out the engine, another round to the rotation assembly on the SAM itself, then the rest of the rounds would be used as needed. The painter would do it's job. He was told EXACTO rounds were fire and forget, and would guide themselves to their target. Even if the target it moving. They were about the find out.

He waited, and waited, and as soon as he felt the pressure differential and the shockwave of air coming from Andrew's rifle he fired as well. It'd be hard to tell if it was one rifle or two from how close the rifles fired to each other. The first two rounds punched right into the engine block of the big truck, ruining it utterly. A third round hammering into the rotation assembly of the SAM itself. Even if they got to use it again, it'd be only able to shoot in one direction. He grinned broadly. The rest of the seven rounds he had were for foot-mobles and other materials. 

He almost cut one man in half at the waist with one round, he folded back on himself almost. Another man dropped hard missing an arm, Nolan could almost hear the man's screams of pain. He landed his first and likely only clean head shot of the day as he tracked a runner trying to get down the hill. The laser painter had already selected him as a target, the round was tracking him down the mountain. Nolan watched the blossom of red asthe round passed right through his chest, just below his neck. Nolan pulled his eye away from the scope just for a moment to watch the corpse bounce down the mountain side. He then put eye to scope again. He still had work to do. He hrmed, took aim at where he had seen a pair of men duck behind a large stone. But there was a very large cache of explosives just a few meters on from that. Gas and RPG rounds and what looked like Semtex and grenades. A very very good target. His round kicked down and slammed into the cache. He clucked his tongue when it didn't go up at first. And was about to take a second shot, when the whole cache went up in flames, causing four men to come running out of the cover, clutching burning limbs, and trying to throw off burning kit. He watched, as the cache went up a second time as something else explosive went off.

Nolan moved on as those targets wouldn't last long, and he wasn't feeling generous to put them out of their misery. He made a few more shots at targets of oppurtunity. And finally ejected his last round. He slammed a new round home and scanned the other mountain, watching, waiting, looking for more targets. He didn't hear Andrew firing at the time either. He waited, and after abit finally said it, "I'm not seeing anything...I think we're clear for the moment." He cocked the bolt, sliding a new round into the bore. "It sure is quite. What do you think?" He switched the scope on his rifle over to FLIR and looked for heat signatures. Seeing nothing but cooling corpses and burning debris. He saw a single body moving, hands held over a gaping bullet wound. Nolan centered his cross hair on the man, and fired, putting him out of his misery. He clucked his tongue softly, "Yeah, think we're golden. Still want to head over there? I'm coming with you this time."