Wendy situated herself in the Humvee rather quickly, and before she knew it, she was already heading towards a window, hoisting herself in a rather awkward position inside the Humvee as she tried to get a shot on the Mercedes-Benz. This position wasn't exactly the best for a marksman like her, but it gave her a better shot and mobility than any other position, so it had to do for the time being. She tried to get a shot of the driver in the Mercedes, but Scott was driving too erratically for her to adjust to the environment, thus her aim was way off, unable to secure a proper shot on the target. 

"I've got no shot!" Wendy exclaimed, as she peered through the scope of her Mk14. But before she knew it, Scott was yelling to prepare for impact, which wasn't a good sign. She braced herself in a whatever seat she could find, clutching her rifle as best as she could. Before she knew it, she felt a rather brief and explosive force. It dazed her again, groaning as she regained herself. "Is everyone alright?"