[color=lightcoral]"This is Iron. We got several people coming - militia colors and they look armed. Good arms too - within range. Permission to fire?"[/color] spoke the voice of Iron, in everybody' com. While it was unorthodox for snipers to break, radio-silence, it was usually done - in the case, that the danger outproceeded the threat presented to them.

And since the mob didn't possess radio-scramblers or 'tappers' - then there wasn't much backlash, since those tactics were mostly the regular tactics trained and used in every mission. Usually subjected to change, should the need arise. And the sight of fifteen armed individuals approaching their location, proved a necessary sacrifice.

She hated to fire at civilians, yet these weren't unarmed civilians following the mob. These were armed people, with the likely order to either kill or capture them. While they were all human - there was a common trait, of the deepest darkness hidden in the most common man. And at this point, if she had to choose between them or her squad - she would choose her squad, everytime.

[color=lightcoral]"Permission to fire?"[/color] she repeated, more urgent - since a urban brawl was bound to get nasty one way or the other.