He twitched reflexively as Modal squeezed off another high-velocity greeting to the gunmen in the street. The elf was moving like a chipped jack rabbit, popping up at one window for a quick shot, then ducking down again before anybody could return fire. Repeating the process at another window. Sticking his own head up for a look-see didn’t seem like the healthiest thing to do, so Falcon didn’t know if the elf was scoring. At the very least Modal’s shots would be forcing some of the attackers to keep their heads down.