"Keep doing what you're doing," she called out, her body mostly hidden but with her sight on the target as she reached for a frag grenade. She removed the pin and aimed at the crate they were cowering behind. "Grenade out," Carlotta warned, her back once more against the wall. She declined to watch as the little explosive landed not too far from the troopers before going off, presumably killing them. Once the dust had settled, so to speak, Carlotta peeked around the corner and saw the bloodied corpses of the dead soldiers, verifying her suspicions.
She had her rifle at the ready when she walked out, making sure to cover any crates she passed while she kept her eyes and ears open for any sign of movement. She worked quickly but efficiently, wanting to reassure that they wouldn't be caught off guard by additional troops. Unbeknown to her, Carlotta stepped on a pool of blood from one of the dead troopers, leaving behind a trail of bloody boot prints which followed her until eventually, the debris collected by her boots dried out the evidence. But it didn't take long for her to clear the area, giving the all clear signal before making her way back to David.
"We're good here, time to provide some backup."
It was still dark out, but it wasn't as bad as before. Once they were done in the warehouse, they could go after the commander who would more than likely be bunkered down somewhere with additional troops guarding the immediate perimeter. That simply meant that they needed to preserve as much ammunition as possible.