As he reached the top, he laid out and leveled his rifle toward the street below. Flat made it harder for someone to hit you and the roof worked in his favor. He eyed down the scope, frowning when the simulation didn't simply provide targets and instead, his gaze tracked to movement to the end of the street, then to the west side.

"Incoming North," he relayed in return, leveling his rifle as he counted them. "Twenty-seven targets." More than he expected and it would have been challenging enough without the others incoming as well.