[X] Run for cover with the others, you did promise your dad not to take as many risks
-[X]Stunt: This is your life now. "Sniper! Twelve o clock high" you bark, as with a eyebending twist your blade returns from wherever it goes, cutting a second bullet out of the air. A quick, measuring glance of the distances, the vulnerability of the car, and you make up your mind. "Dad, we're running to the house. Go!" you continue, falling back to put yourself between the rear of the party and the distant marksman. Once, twice, three times your sword moves during the short rush, deflecting riflefire before you can even hear the shot. A snatching motion of your offhand grabs the last bullet out of the air as it deflects off your sword. Souvenir.
Well this is concerning; what the hell do these guys get up to that they need the ability to drop snipers on people at the drop of a hat?
A gang of nazi thugs working for some older occultists is one thing, but you don't go to the trouble of being able to do stuff like this unless you're getting something out of the effort.
As an aside, it's kind of hilarious that we're basically speed running giving Dresden the treatment he gives everyone else when running an investigation.
The only difference is that we're showing up with an eclectic mix of supernatural related people, concerning magical relics, and bullet wounds while raving about something that sounds insane ("the nazi sorcerers sent a sniper when their werewolf hit squad failed. Call the enigmatic global wizard government and let them know we need some WW2 vets from their death squads!") on day one instead of waiting a week for the crazy to pile up.