A grin graced her features as she saw the bullet hit. Not quite on the mark, but close enough. Now where did that dog come from?

The shooting below her drew her attention downward. There she spotted someone familiar. Someone she had met recently! Card? She tensed a little, the grin on her lip falling slightly as her eyes studied him.

So he belonged to the enemy. Rip was the first to glance away and prep her gun once more. It didn't matter, she had a job to do. There was bloodshed to be had and she would carry out the task her Major gave to her with the utmost care! Personal feelings didn't matter at this point, only the hunt.

As for the bullet that struck Integra, it was still going. It drove through her shoulder only to arch around for another hit.