Wendy lied there in the cold, breathing in and out slowly as she peered through the scope of her M107A1, a change from her usual Arctic Warfare Magnum. For this operation, she figured she would need something with a little more punch and flamboyant power, something just like Neil's DSR, only just as quiet. As Neil designated the targets, Wendy mentally noted the exact locations of the targets, scanning around carefully. She had quite the amount of power in her hands, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Ever since they deployed, her trigger finger had itched about halfway through it.

"I think we should target the fuel tanks first, so we can ensure those planes won't take off, and take along some other people with it. Then we shoot to kill everybody in our sights. Good plan?" She asked, looking over towards Neil.