CORE's combat team was holding it's own. That was reassuring, even if logically Sam knew this could only go on so long. They were the underdogs in this fight. Camelot and the Agency had the world on their side and armies to spare. Still, if they were going down, they were going to make them earn it and give Camelot a screwing they'd never forget in the process.
They'd held out this long, and they had the high ground; there were always advantages to the high ground. There was a man coming at her with a rifle. She side stepped, grabbing the weapon and jamming it back into the man's stomach. At the same time she kicked her left foot high off the floor, ramming it into the man's neck. He fell, gasping, and Sam pivoted, ready to meet her next attacker.
She ducked under the punch that never came and surged forward, pushing her enemy against the wall even as recognition of the tall, skinny red-head registered in her mind. "Betty," she whispered harshly. "What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here!"