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Lily had been resting on top of a roof several sector's away from the firefight of the invaders. She had only recently returned to town, and had a habit of slipping up here after a long time out. Therefore, she didn't know about the infestation of the Preatorian soldiers flooding the town. However, when the door to the roof burst open and a bunch of armored and armed men came up, she figured not everything was right with his scene. "So, what are you boys doing up here this fine day?" She asked them. It would have been a simple, polite question, if it wasn't for the irritated, superior tone in her voice. Instead of answering, one of the men leveled an assault rifle at her and fired. As soon as the weapon started coming up, Lily had rolled off the metal container she had been laying on, pulling her rifle from its spot next to her. She popped up, and the sound of her rifle going off covered the sound of the man's collapsing body. The rifle rotated and fired again. A few more repetitions of this, and she stood, slinging her rifle as she looked at the pile of dead troops. "I think I missed something." She muttered as she wandered over, picking up one of the assault rifles. She aimed at a wall and pulled the trigger. She frowned when the gun didn't respond. "Worthless jamming piece of junk." She muttered to herself, tossing it over her shoulder, where it landed back in the body pile. She walked to the edge of the roof, looking over the side to check for more hostiles.

Once Lilian confirmed there were no enemies hindering, she descended, sliding down a roof access ladder and tapping, light as a cat's paw, against the ground. Leading with her rifle, Lilian moved down the street, staying in the alley's. When she heard bursts of gunfire and shouting, she moved quickly through the alleyways, soon seeing two of the same kind of soldiers that had been attacking her firing at what looked like a crashed helicopter. She had heard a helicopter a few minutes ago but ignored it, assuming it was Shin-Ra. Lilian popped out, and with two shots, both soldiers were on the ground, dead. She stepped out of cover, then dived behind an overturned car as gunfire started flying her way from the crash sight. "Hold your fire, you assholes!" She shouted, trained voice overpowering even gunfire. The fire stopped, and after a moment, a voice called back, "Who are you?" Lilian responded "The on who took out those two troopers and saved your asses, that's who! Now let me back there, this spots too exposed for my tastes." The voice responded to that demand with "Why should we trust you?" "I just explained this, I just helped you out." After a moment, the voice called back "Come out with your rifle down." Lilian came out, rifle held with the barrel pointed at the ground, and jogged over to the crash site. She slid right over the hasty barricade to find three men holding guns on her, along with one lying on the ground and another doing something to him, all of them in some sort of cobbled-together uniform and not holding their guns like professionals, although they did look like they knew how to use them. As one of the men, presumably the leader, opened his mouth to say something, Lilian cut right across him. "Who are you, what are you doing here, and whats wrong with him?" She asked, indicating the man being tended to. Her commanding tone and assumption of authority had him responding automatically. "Damned Angels Militia, 4th platoon, 2'nd team. Our helicopter was shot down passing over sector 4 and we crashed here. He's unconscious, but Marxon thinks he'll be waking up soon."

Lilian nodded at the quick, concise report. "Where's the main operations base at?" She asked. "It was just reported as in sector 7, outer central area." Lilian glanced over the barricade, then looked at the medic Marxon. "Can he be moved?" The medic nodded, that was it. She noticed that the medic had a pistol that looked like it had some stopping power to it. Thank the gods, they are at least decently equipped. I might even be able to get them out of this alive. "Alright, we have to leave this spot now. They will have more troops on the way. We have to get to Sector 7." She said, looking over the barricade again. "I need to know your names." She added on, glancing back. The leader named himself as Tyler, his second was Jerome, the other was Dominic, and the unconcious one was Samuel. "Good, now lets move." Lilian said, and led them out of the crash site and into the city, heading for the sector junction to sector 5.

Somehow, Lilian and the squad of men she was accompanying had managed to sneak across two sectors without being spotted by more then a occasional small patrol, easily dispatched before they called for backup. She was hearing gunfire close by now, and figured they were nearly to the front line. Lilian signaled the squad to go against the wall while she checked around this blind corner. Luckily, Samuel had regained consciousness by now, so she had everyone armed and felt reasonably secure from behind. She peeked out around the corner only to hear a yell of "Suppressive fire!" And then bullets started flying from at least six automatic weapons, dropping her behind the wall again, rifle coming up. As she saw a flash of something darting into the opposite alley, the rifle flung around, zero'ing on the armored mans head immediately. If he hadn't holstered his guns, odds were that Vanity would have been a dead man right there. As it was, the trigger was half depressed before she stopped, noting the holstered weapons and the cries not to shoot. It only took her trained eyes another half second to spot many difference's in the armor of this man versus the enemies. She felt shaking on to her side, and saw a wall rise up between her and what looked like a platoon of hostiles, followed by the man yelling to move. Not in the mindset to question now, she yelled at the squad behind her, "Go, get to the opposite alley!" The squad had pretty much fallen in to considering her essentially their commander, and they dashed out onto the street without hesitation, crossing into the alley next to Vanity. Lilian was right behind the last man. She was almost a foot from the alley when a heavy weapon blew apart that entire segment of wall. She pooped out and dived over the distance, her gun flaring as it fired out in response. Unlike conventional projectile weapons, this ones muzzle flare was blue instead of orange. The shot clipped a heavy soldier, tearing off part of a shoulder plate as Lilian rolled and stood inside the alley, rifle held down as she scanned over the armored man. He didn't look anything like her motley little squad of rescuees. "Who are you?" She demanded, glancing out into the street as she asked, the squad spaced through the alley to have clear firing lanes in either direction, which conveniently gave four of the five of them easy line of sight on Vanity.