Three shots in and Krauss heard his sergeant over the radio. "Varrot, I need fire on whoever comes out the other end of this alley. We'll smoke 'em out, then pull back and find a way around." Krauss gave a nod to Varrot, confirming that he two heard the order, and shifted his position, aiming down the alleyway. As luck would have it, one of the Stormtroppers rounded the corner, hoping to catch the squad off guard. Raising his machine gun, the Stormtrooper took aim. 

[i]Vrrrriiing! Ting![/i]

Sparks flew as a jacketed rifle round pierced the Stormtrooper's helmet, then proceeded to tumble and deflect off the other side, turning the poor man's skull into mush. At that moment, an Empire Scout peaked around the corner, with his hand on grabbing the corner of the wall, ready to sprint out. He lost four of his fingers as Krauss's second shot missed the head by a little. The Scout fell backwards, yelling in pain. Krauss sat up and motioned to Varrot. 

"Alright private, let's get moving to that clocktower you spotted, no doubt the Empire's forces will be raining hell down on this position in a few minutes."