She frowned as her shot missed. She'd hit the next one, she was sure.

Ezri watched closely as Packston and Otto started shooting. She was supposed to be support and that is exactly what she would do. She took aim at one coming out from behind the shattered crates that Packston shot at. "do svidánija", she whispers, her finger pulling on the trigger. 

From behind her, she heard the harsh breathing of the enemy. Within one swift move, she reached for her handgun and spun around, becoming face to face with the ugliest thing she could imagine. No hesitation ... BAM ... she fired her Beretta