[u]Kay[/u]

Kay remained hidden in the shadow of a wall. She kept their destination in her sight, her form shielded against the bitter blowing wind and protected should any gun fire break out from the door’s direction. Once they blow it, she doubted it would go unnoticed for long. The idea of being shot because of her ignorance in the field was mainly a rookie mistake she didn't want to make. For farther precaution, Kay crouched down upon bended knee, lowering herself just beside a dirty snow pile mixed with filth and grit. It wasn’t shortly after she had called in the distraction that it arrived. A simple shot from the tanks confirm it as the sounds of grinding machine and popping gun fire followed. It seemed any Alliance soldier caught outside had joined the fight to stop the Langara’s efforts. 

The second Lt. couldn’t help feeling positive about the proceedings before she gave a silent “Thank you” to Ariadne. She would have to make sure to personally deliver it once this mission was ended. Movement caught her eyes and caused Kay’s head to jerk in the direction, just in time to see Morneau and Ay’mara dart across the open ground. They moved like shadows, a slight swell of pride when she seeen progress was being made. She would later curse herself for not realizing something was bound to go wrong or preparing for it. A loud, deafening sound, far too strong to be a tank or Alliance retaliation snatched Kay’s attention. Her head turned to the skies above just in time to see the Ha’tak fire upon the planet. The shot’s noise split through the open skies and crack down, the shot’s image vanished from sight over the towering buildings. Immediately the ground rumbled in reply as it shook under her feet. Bits of building crumbled away and fell into the streets while her arm shot out to brace herself, her eyes wide in surprise. She had never seen a Ha’tak fire before now and the sheer power was enough to unnerve the woman, her thoughts turned to Him for comfort. 

Out of habit, her hand edged for her Star of David just under her uniform’s collar. The chain kept it close enough to her neck so there was little chance anyone could use it to choke her, if anything happened, it was thin enough that it would’ve snapped and came free. She gently stroked the symbol of her faith to quell the shudder of fear which rippled through her. Her lips moved, a quiet Hebrew prayer mumbled over and over. Kay barely realized her eyes had looked skyward until she felt the familiar strain in her neck. She forced her mind back down to the present. Her hand replaced its grip again onto her weapon just when Ay’mara and Morneau reached the door. The fact the enemy had fired on the planet meant only one thing: they were getting desperate. And desperate people- alien or otherwise- did very risky and stupid things. She was no different when the situation arose. Kay lingered briefly on Morneau’s hands, they moved with purpose and haste, and then returned to her own job. After all it was Miller and her job to be mindful of the surroundings. 

The last thing Kay had expected was a sniper. 

When the charge looked like it was set, Kay had been about to signal to move in before a shot popped at the Jaffa’s leg. She hadn’t determined if the Jaffa had been hit or not as her own body pressed tightly to the wall, wheeled around for cover where she judged the shot’s originals were. After her head whipped about for the source, she realized with a irked feeling that the man or woman had put on a silencer to hit the muzzle flash. Another two shots hit, dead aim, on the explosive’s detonator. It sizzled and cracked from the damage which made Kay’s lip curl in frustration. Several more shots peppered the ground in attempts to hit the pair while they were forced to retreat, realizing any chance in locating the shooter was nearly impossible and too much sloppy guess work. Once the two had fallen back, Kay leaned in to assess the damage to the Jaffa’s leg. Luckily it was only a flesh wound and a minor one at that. Seeing little medical aid needed, she turned and relayed her change in plans. Either way, they were getting through that door. 

“Ay’mara, if you can, I need you to staff blast the door when I count to three and be ready to run.” Kay said, her hand reached into her belt and retrieved a smoke grenade. “The thing about snipers, if he can’t see his target then he isn’t able to shot it so Miller, might want to toss one of yours out as well. If it wasn’t for time being critical and the fact the Alliance has gotten desperate, I’d try to locate that sniper. Alright, Morneau and Miller, you two keep close. Ay’mara, you’re with me. After the staff blast, head to the door but don’t take the same path. I rather not give our shooter a row of ducks to hit.” 
 
Once Ay’mara fired her staff weapon, Kay and likely Miller would toss their grenades in opposite directions. Then all that was left was getting to the door before their cover dissipated.