Shit, he was fast; he returned fire, and Maria heard the bullets impact close and low, her ears ringing and heart racing. She dove for whatever cover she could, putting her back against the drop and crouching in the shadows. She let the rifle drop at her feet, steadying her grip on the pistol, and fired at where she'd last seen him.
This was bad. Eyes firmly on the roof, watching for movement and waiting for a muzzle-flash to shoot at, she risked taking one hand from her gun and hit her earpiece. "Hill to 'Carrier, backup requested and extract needed. Coordinates--" Shit, she'd been undercover at the docks and she couldn't remember the coordinates.