[@FourtyTwo][@Gunther] "Arigato Grey Wolf." Shimura growled out. He twisted out of cover. Reaching down to grab his machine pistol off his harness. Dashing into the open and spraying up at where the LMG was then spraying at another baddy who made the mistake of sticking their head out of cover. A rapid burst of rounds almost took the entire head off. Clearing the open area Shimura linked up with Queen and Grey Wolf. He reloaded the swift firing machine pistol. Keeping it out and ready. The other holding his Katana low and ready. Ban edged his way into the building leading ahead of him with the light machine pistol, ready to add its withering fire in a moment. His sword held in a reverse hammer position for now, he almost itched to just charge ahead. That first corner had the ex-yakuza roll across covering down the hall. Only following once Queen nodded. Now ready for close contact. They kept moving. Making ready for the contact that is sure to come any moment. -------------- Invisible, the hunter is still and quiet. He puts snow in his mouth so no one can see his breath. BOOM! An enemy running for an emplacement goes down rag dulling before laying still in a wash of limp limbs. BOOM! Another man goes down. May have been a medic as he had been running to the other one that just went down. The Hunter feels bad for a short time. The Hunter goes back to his creed. He aims for the heart or the Fatal T. Shots there will always end in a kill. BOOM!BOOM! Two quick rounds. One shooting the RPG 7 out of the hands of thean about to use it, the second tears his chest open from a body shot. Messy but the Hunter takes what he can. The hunter slowly scans the land below. Seeing Dollface get up. That saving shot early giving her the time to recover. He nodded slowly, too deep in the zone now to want to vocalize anything. BOOM! Another shoot, the bullet ricochet off a wall and punches the person who is in half cover off their feet landing hard on several canister below. It's not a clear kill but it's okay in the end. The Hunter checks his magazine, empty, he sighs carefully removing the spent container before carefully sliding a new one in and recovering a round. The Hunters work is not done. There is still more prey.