They would likely be briefed on their primary objective before they were sent off, and he didn't want to go in blind save for secondhand information. It was clear enough from a cursory glance that the enemy had fortified themselves on the other side of the bridge, though he couldn't tell the specifics from this distance. “This ought to be fun.” Lyner said sharply as they approached the bridge. Once they arrived he made a beeline for the group gathered near the sandbags, around what appeared to be a map. Once they arrived he took the chance to take in the details of the map before whistling enviously. If the enemy positions on the map were accurate any group that made an attempt to cross the bridge would be under heavy enemy fire, even if they were provided with covering fire along the way.

“Sounds easy enough.” Lyner boasted with a disarmingly calm smile, though he was certain that taking the bridge would be anything but. With that same smile still on his lips he put a hand on Roland's shoulder, squeezing lightly in order to get his attention. “Once we move out, keep your head down and don't stop moving.” It was best to leave it at that, so he stepped away and did one last check on his weapons before they set out. Even if they were meant to be little more than cannon fodder he had no plans of dying today, nor did he intend to let his friend go down either.

Lyner was rather tense even in the face of his prior experience, though he felt he hid it rather well. Not that it was abnormal for him to feel that way given the situation; a heavy sense of impending doom hung in the air, and for quite a few of them that was likely to be true. “Ready when you are,” he said to Roland with a faint smile while they were approaching the bridge. Part of him wanted to do something, anything in order to stop the kid from taking point. Lyner knew well enough that there wasn't anything he could do to convince him otherwise though.

As they made way toward the bridge he took on final glance to his pair of pistols, finding solace in their cold steel. These weapons had carried him through many battles, taken the lives of enemy combatants, and saved him on several occassions. They were witness to most everything he had been through in his military career, and a harsh reminder of all that he would have to do in order to atone for his sins. With that he steeled himself for the task at hand, having found his resolve to force his way through the dangers ahead.

Just a few steps ahead the kid called out for cover and when he did the surrounding soldiers broke into a dissonant chorus of gunfire. Once they did he charged forward in a mad dash while keeping his head low, staying close to the wall to cover his left side. A stray bullet struck the ground just to his right, and just a brief moment after that another flew by a few feet away from him… and then there was a scream of pain as it tore into one of their squad members. Lyner didn't dare turn to look, though he desperately wished he could have done something to help him.

It wasn't long before they reached the car, and when they did he crouched down next to Roland while taking deep breaths. Those breaths only made the burning in his lungs worse, but they didn't have time to wait for small things like comfort. Soon enough they would be making their way into the enemy's hideout. “If only I were five years younger.” Lyner said with a forced tone, offering the kid a half-assed grin. It was too much of a relief for him that they had both made it to restrain his glee.

“I'm not that old!” Lyner replied, still forcing that half-assed grin. As his friend tried to search for others who had made it to cover he tried to catch his breath. Then Roland made an attempt to rally the troops they still had left before they launched their attack. For a moment Lyner too was affected by his friend's effort to rally their unit, but he quickly shook it off. It was best to keep a clear head; amazing as the kid's natural leadership skills were, it was always his style to rely more on quick, level-headed thinking as opposed to a rush of adrenaline to get the job done.

Then they began the charge, the kid leading them with his youthful fervor. Just a few steps behind him was Lyner who, judging from his sharp expression, was prepared for the inevitable fight once they breached into the sniper nest. He wasn't the first, or the second, to enter into the enemy's base and as he entered the building an explosion rocked through it, someone had obviously thrown a grenade. “Oi! Don't blow the building to bits, we're supposed to establish a foothold here!” Lyner snapped angrily as he moved further into the building, pistols at the ready. Though his concerns for the building were true, he was more concerned that his friend might not have had time to get to cover without some kind of warning about the grenade. “Roland! You alright over there?!”

Lyner was ecstatic that he was alright, but this wasn't the time for dwelling on such things–he leaned against the wall as Roland called out for him to take cover, readying himself for the upcoming gunfight. Another grenade came down from the stairway, the explosion shaking the entire building; if they didn't settle this quickly there wouldn't be much of the building left. After the blast he made eye contact with his partner, who beckoned for him to make the first move. Lyner offered a quick nod before he twisted around the corner and prepared to make his move.

“Here goes nothing.” Lyner whispered and then twisted into the doorway with his weapons at the ready. In that instant everything seemed to slow down, and he aimed his sights upon the first dollet soldier he could see and let loose a single round from each pistol without ever pausing his movement. Experience had taught him never to stop moving in a gunfight, if only to make it a little harder for the enemy to hit him. It was still a big risk in tight quarters like these though, but he had faith that Roland would provide him all the backup he needed to get through this alive.

Lyner didn't dare take cover, because he had absolutely faith that Roland wouldn't let him down; he was the distraction so that his friend could strike at the most opportune moment. As they came down there stairs they drew their weapons and trained the sights upon him. Once they did his heart began to beat faster, his instincts telling him to get low and take cover, but instead he just prepared to unleash a rain of bullets upon them. Just before they could do anything the kid emerged in a flash of steel, easily cutting down the three remaining enemy combatants. “Just fine! Nice timing!” Lyner shouted in reply, lowering his weapons and steadily making his way over to Roland (who was, at the time, barking orders at the others).

Once he made his way over to him he came to a stop, examining the staircase for a moment before sighing in frustration. There was no doubt in his mind that the sniper was still up there, likely waiting for them now too. If he had been among these soldiers they would have had more trouble than they did. “We've got our work cut out for us this time, don't we?” Lyner asked while offering a wide grin. “All I can think of if throwing a grenade up there, but I'm not sure how much more structural damage this place can take.”

Lyner casually holstered his weapons as Roland left the room via the hallway, folding his arms while wondering what his friend had come up with. Whatever it was clearly required some legwork which gave him a bit of hope. Before long he rejoined the group, keeping his voice low while explaining the plan in order to avoid alerting their target. “I suppose we're in luck,” he replied quietly, reaching into the satchel on the back of his waist and removing a rectangular black case. Upon opening it he revealed finely crafted inspection mirror, with a rectangular lens for viewing around corners. “Never know when you'll need something.” he said with a smile before heading over to the stairs. While slowly ascending the stairs he unholsted the pistol from his right hip. Once he reached his destination he slowly began to move the mirror out in order to get a view of the target….

Lyner kept a keen eye on the sniper via the mirror, until he heard the creak of the floorboards. Immediately he knew that his friend's attempt to infiltrate the upstairs had failed, and his body moved on instinct. In a burst of motion he began to round the stairs, dropping the inspection mirror without a second thought. Once he caught sight of the sniper he trained his pistol upon the man, lining up the sight for a lethal shot while steadying the gun with his spare hand. In the back of his mind he recognized the sound of gunfire, followed by a shattering window but a rush of adrenaline prevented him from truly acknowledging it. Lyner began to unload his clip at the sniper, hoping he wasn't too late to save his friend.

“Yeah,” Lyner called out to his friend while slowly approaching the sniper's body. “it's me, so please don't blow my head off. I've grown fond of it over the years.” he japed while turning the body over with his left foot, his pistol directed on the man all the while. If the man was alive he didn't intend to let him get the jump on them later. Once he had verified that the sniper was in fact dead he relaxed, holstering his pistol and crouching down to inspect his belongings. Nothing good would come of leaving anything of value with a corpse; the dead had no need of valuables where they were going.

Lyner hoped they might find something that could give them an edge in any further operations within the city. Once he was done searching the remains he took the sniper rifle in-hand and rose to his feet, gauging the weapon for a moment before calling out to Roland. “Roland, how many of our squadmates do you think this guy took out with this thing? I'm thinking we might use it to even the odds so to speak.” Lyner would normally abhor the concept, but the fact that they had lost several good men on their journey across the bridge left him wanting to take an eye for an eye.

“You're not kidding,” Lyner said with a chuckle. They hadn't exactly been very gentle with the building when they breached, and the previous occupants had been hell-bent on maintaining possession of it. “Good idea.” Lyner replied while reloading the rifle. “With any luck they'll get across without any trouble, but you're right, we can't risk losing the bridge. If they can't get across I doubt we'll be able to hold this position.” Once he was finished preparing the rifle he made his way to a window overlooking the only street that lead to the bridge, and began to survey the area for any possible targets. It felt odd to be using a sniper rifle after so long, but he didn't intend to let that stop him from securing their objective; if he saw an enemy he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

“Of course they are,” Lyner agreed while bearing down the sights in search of any potential prey. They weren't receiving much enemy fire though, and he wasn't sure that he would get the chance to use the rifle just yet. “we paved the way for them, and practically laid down the red carpet. Just because they don't know we're the real heroes here doesn't mean we aren't.” Once the soldier with the communication pack began to speak he removed himself from the sight, turning to listen to their next set of orders. They were to head out the back, make for the center of town, and flank any enemy forces that were waiting in ambush. They might as well have been more obvious about it and order them to cover their asses while the main force took all of the credit.

“My point still stands, Roland. If we hadn't taken this point our forces would've just sat on their hands until someone did.” Lyner said with a sigh, turning to the window in order to disassemble his new sniper rifle for transport when something in the building across the street caught his eye. Lyner quickly leaned forward and trained his sights upon the man across the street, only faintly acknowledging the sound of his protege's voice. If the enemy soldier were to successfully fire that thing they'd find themselves in hot water. Lyner exhaled while closing his left eye, and the view from his sniper scope became his world. Once he had the shot he pulled the trigger and the sound of the rifle left his ears ringing. Yet he reached for the side of his rifle and lifted the lever and pulled back, releasing the previous shell from the chamber and preparing to fire again. If there were any more threats present he wanted to be ready for them. “Roland, anything else you can see?”