Sulla didn't actually fire a shot. Sometimes, that was how it worked -- you wound up covering the flank or the rear, keeping an eye on the situation and assessing things. It was a street fight, they were thrown in fast and had no idea about opposition reinforcements. So while Harris and the others were doing their thing at the tables, Sulla picked his spot for visibility and concealment, to watch the door and the windows, provide security. Just because the first fight was over didn't mean that there wouldn't be more trouble. It seemed that if they'd gotten caught flat-footed once, they'd get that way again.

In any case, he'd acquired a rifle and ammunition off one of the gunmen and some other goodies while grabbing a PDA; the man looked like the leader, so Sulla made sure to grab any potential intel, which he handed off to Winston wordlessly. At least he had a degree of weaponry on hand for the next round; conventional layout, optics and all that. The latter, the optics, got synced with his glasses, integrating the aimpoint with the HUD. With a quick flick of fingers across the screen, he set his PDA to detect comm chatter. Though it was hasty, he had the other guy's PDA files to use as a reference to determine which frequencies to watch for. 

It would have to do. He glanced back, once in a while, to check on what the others were doing, but he didn't have much to add. Not yet, anyway.