Finally, Angela Forrester, the designated marksman of Fireteam Valiant, looked up from the scope of her suppressed DMR, and Sikowsky's heart nearly skipped a beat in excitement. "What did you see?," he snapped, though he hadn't meant to. Angela didn't give any notice of his rude tone, however. She, like the rest of Valiant, had grown used to Sikowsky's quirks. "Looks like we're dealing with Covies and Prometheans. Again. A lot of them too." "Be more specific." "They've got plenty of Crawlers, hingeheads, turkeys, gas suckers, and I saw at least a dozen Knights alone." They nodded in unison.