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"Well? What're we waiting for? Soon as we can get into the street we can just pile in and move out."

((Short post. mad ))

Fuller was waiting for all of them to get the hell out of his building. He'd defended it well enough up tell now. And would do so in the future. Besides it was a pretty tough decision to make. Risk the outside and possibility of attack and leave behind all that ammo for what could be safety. Or make a stand in a secured position since he could now take out the stairs and had enough supplies to last at least a year.

Paranoid delusions and a distrust of any government agency made him hesitant to join the others on going to the outside.

Owle would follow Kalis. As soon as he got into the Humvee, she'd jump in right after him.

Gabriel wasn't in the greatest of moods by the time he had actually made his way back down the stairs, avoiding what booby traps weren't set off with a wounded person on his back. Afterall, his clothes were bloodied, his gun was uncomfortably pressing into his back, and they were nowhere near an exit, to his knowledge.

So when he had to jump down to the base of the stairs where the explosions had been set off, it was only natural that he land awkwardly and roll his ankle. He grimaced, but otherwise kept the pain to himself. Whoever followed him, however, would have noticed a slight limp as he made his way outside and then to the humvee, where he deposited Brody somewhere in the back, then situated himself beside Drake in the passenger seat, his rifle now sitting comfortably in his lap.

Assuming Tweak had followed them this far, he'd turn his head towards the street rat and ask him for directions out of the city. It was time to get medical treatment, reinforcements, and ammunition. Without any of the following, they were looking at a minimum of two dead bodies and a good chance of four others joining them shortly.

He didn't even notice the transport dropping out of the clouds as the party prepared to depart.

"Getting a little trouble with keeping it steady, Mike."

"Eh?"

The co-pilot, aptly named Mike, looked on over to the pilot, even as the transport began doing it's version of the macarena. Truth be told, he wasn't getting anything on his screen.

"Well we're almost at the dropoff point-- ETA 2 minutes. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Yea, I gue----!"

SHRRRRRKKK

Mike watched as the pilot suddenly became split like a b***h slapped Red Sea, a giant spike responsible for the intrusion. Not to meantion the squealing and death of metal as the transport came under fire.

"HOLY ******** Mike.

Within the actual bay of the drop-chopper, the Captain knew s**t had hit the fan once they began losing major altiltude.

"Goddamn-- no one said anything about A-A capabilities!!" He held on tightly to a overhead handle even as he sidestepped a gouging spike into the floor.

"There's s**t everywhere!!" The men were in an uproar as they basically held on and could only watch, waiting for the order to jump out.

"David! Get the hell in there and see what you can do about landing this pig belly up!"

Even behind the visor of his helmet, yellowed eyes narrowed as he stood up. Kicking in the mangled door that led to the cockpit, he was rewarded with a nice sight of both pilots nailed in the a** basically.

Without even as so much a pity for the dead, he removed the bodies from the seating with a well placed boot, and started pulling on the handle.

The wind ripping through all the nifty aerodynamic holes and the fact that some kind of s**t was eating through the dropship itself wasn't helping.

The drop-chopper was going to come in hard, and use a building to cushion it's impact.

The heavy whine of a dying engine and the big a** plume of smoke trailing out its rear would be noticeable enough.

((Zbout Time))





Weeeer, thump! Meeeer, thump. Weeer, thump.

Completed Objectives: Reconfigure Civilian Radio Station for High Command.

Current Objective: Patrol Mode- Terminate All Hostile Terran Lifeforms Without Infection I.D. Parameters.

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Systems Check: Fully Operational

12.7 MM: 90% remaining

Energy Sheilds: Deactivated (Fully Charged).

Energy Cannon: Deactivated (Fully Charged).

Ymiristani Proto Soldeir Type E-IV was in the general area, close enough to hear the crash-landing, even sensing the vibration through the buildings. It started moving in at full speed, a mere ten kilometers per hour, stomping as it went along. Even at low speeds, the proto soldier was anything but stealthy, moving at full speed it hit the ground with intimidating thumps. But Proto Soldier wasn't designed for stealth, it was designed to kill.

"Investigating Teritorial Intrusion, requesting reinforcements."

The request wasn't spoken, but sent over internal radio. Proto-soldeir had upgraded itself, giving itself better communication with whatever was controling the infected in this God forsaken city.

"Just rolled it, nothing serious."

As Drake was feeling around for the key, Gabe aided his search by popping open the glove compartment, searching for a key in there. There wasn't much luck, but fortunately enough when he shut the compartment his eyes caught a pair of keys just sitting at his feet.

Gabe sat up, keys in hand, ready to hand them over to Drake when he spoke again.

"What, you don't?"

Gabe arched an eyebrow at the question. He didn't know of many grown men that didn't know how to drive, but it probably wasn't out of the question. He nodded his head.

"Yeah, sure."

And then Drake was out of the vehicle. Gabe simply slid over into the driver's seat, stuck the key in the ignition, and prayed for the vehicle to start as he turned the key. The military-grade humvee roared to life, and anyone noticing might have noticed Gabriel mouthing the words 'thank you', with his eyes cast skyward.

This also allowed him to catch a glimpse of the screaming metal box plunging down in their general direction.

"Everybody in, NOW!"

Once everybody got into the vehicle with the exception of Kalis, Gabriel would throw the Humvee into reverse and attempt to put as much distance between their group and the deathtrap of an alley as possible. They survived a horde of zombies, being crushed wasn't an option now.