Reinhilde Amstein watched carefully, working hard in preparation for her attack. Those Nazi bastards wouldn’t know what hit them, that was for sure! If only her stand could use multiple lenses at a time. Sure, keeping tabs on them with the x-ray lens was fine, seeing through the trees and obstacles, but what she really needed was to telescope in on them to get the details. She poured black powder into three weapons lined up in front of her as she kept an eye on the situation. More joined the ones that had been dropped off by the plane. This situation could get real bad if more reinforcements showed up. Luckily she was prepared. 

Amstein loaded three shells in and looked upon her work. It was good to go, now just to aim for her targets. She held up her rifle and let Shoot to Thrill do its thing. Calculate the distance, angles, trajectory, environmental factors, and everything else to determine the perfect shot… 0 probability of hitting from this distance. Too far away, exactly as she thought. So it was a good thing that she had prepared three mortars.

<”They will regret not dropping their plane on me directly,”> she said aloud to nobody, standing in front of the first mortar. Her stand did its thing and calculated the exact position needed to rain Hell down on them with pinpoint accuracy, and so she adjusted accordingly and then…

[b]BOOM![/b]

A high pitched whistling sound could be heard for quite some ways. That was the biggest downfall of such a weapon. It would take a few seconds to reach the target, and if they were quick in both wit and foot, well then Shoot to Thrill didn’t exactly matter, did it? But regardless of how things turned out, they’d damn well know she was there and that would draw them in for the real fun. Amstein smiled, waiting.