"Copy." Travers acknowledged, grunting as he spit out the wad of dip tucked in his lip, spotting tool and bipod neatly slid into his ruck's webbing as he grasped his rifle. He elevated to a crouch, hooking his belt's clip into one of the rappelling wires, smoothly descending, urgently unhooking and bringing his rifle to bear, folding in his bipod and gripping tight to the grip and handguard.

As he began to move, a light illuminated his ghillied silhouette. He turned, his nightvision monocle lit up as the flames mounted towards the sky. He muttered briefly. "Ah hell." He flicked his NV monocle up to his helmet, turning back towards the truck. He keyed his comms. [i]"Travers here, moving in on the truck!"[/i] He darted his eyes left slightly.

Against a nearby tree, a trooper, lame and obviously wounded by the wreck had a rifle thrust into his shoulder, struggling to bring it to bear. Reacting quickly, Lukas spun and kneeled, his scope glinting against the one functioning headlight of the truck. His shot popped with a dull thump and a sharp crack, and the return was the whirr and zip of a magnetic rifle. Opening his eyes, he settled them on the trooper, a crimson trail beginning from his chest. By some dumb luck, the trooper's shot had went wide. He keyed his comms.

[i]"Travers to all, truck secured!"[/i]