Pressing her hand to her ear, Amelia cocked her head as she listened to the orders. Without binoculars, she couldn't see much of what approached them, but the target was difficult to miss. It wasn't often that they got an armored truck sent out their way; this would be a fun test of their skills. Allowing the barest smirk to dance along her lips, she pulled down her mask in order to respond clearly.
"Roger that. Moving in." She was positioned only about 10 yards away from him, prepped for action. Tensing her muscles, she jumped up from her crouch, and began to expertly sprint across the snow. Being both light in weight and light on her feet, it was an easy task with help from her boots, built with specialized soles that were designed to decrease resistance and spread her weight out evenly. Her feet would still sink into the snow, but not nearly as far. She was dropping to her knee beside Moses within a minute. Clearly, he had already set to work and taken down Draugr in the same amount of time.
"As always, you waste no time. Would you like to lead the way, or shall I?" Her words were hushed, despite the distance, and regardless of the fact that he had already lit the flare. It didn't feel right to speak loudly. Fingering the hilt of the knife in her boot impatiently, she drew one of her pistols from its holster. Sliding the clip out, she made sure it was sufficiently loaded for the third time, then cocked it and held it in both hands, aiming it towards the ground between her knees. Now, she was only waiting for her leader's signal, every other part of her mind and body ready for action.