Annabelle grins. "You always give the best gifts," she tells her friend.

She moves to cover Bonzo when she sees the forklift with a stack of tempting barrels. Her smile at that sight would scare the most hardened predator.

She fires twice, sending the barrels careening to the ground below, where they explode with considerable violence. The Soviets that are still alive by the time the barrels of fun have done their work are more than a little distracted.