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Cado prepared another grenade belt, looking for a cluster of targets that would be suitable for such an expenditure of firepower.

Gabriel approached Shae from his side, "Right here, what are we gonna do?" he asked.

Crouching down behind a vehicle Drake propped Valya against the back door of the car. He stood up popping off a few shots with his FN Five-seveN before ducking back down as bullets whizzed by the roof of the car. Ivan sat down leaning his back against the door next to Valya, slowly reloading his pistol. He looked over at her and his expression went from having fun to oh great what a pain this is.

“You don’t look so good. You’re still breathing right? I would hate to be dragging a corpse around with me.” He jested. “You can run right? There may be a time where we may need to split up, and I for one am getting sick of caring your smug a** everywhere. And why did I have to be the one to do this? Why can’t I be out there killing with the rest of them? Ah who cares, I’ll just have to kill and protect at the same time, quite the challenge indeed.”

Ivan put the pistol back into the agent coat, drawing the P-90 from the back. He changed the clip and looked up aiming back at the enemy agents unloading and ducking down once again, smoke drifting out the barrel. He pointed to an adjacent car that looked like it had more plating.

“We don’t have time, get behind that car!”

Ivan hoped it would be a good enough distraction as he stepped out again unloading the rest of the clip at the agents, hoping Valya could use the time to make it to a safer cover.

As Shae realized this, he slid to a halt, smiling. "Hey Cado, I think I figured out what you can use your nade belt for..."

At first there were ten agents.

Then there were four agents.

The ones who had started to retreat full speed were clear, but they weren't firing; they lived, but they were on the run. The way to the dropship was clear. It was hovering there. Steven and Jack were reloading and beckoning the agents and particularly Ivan to join them as fast as possible. With Valya, of course.



Statuses:
Cado
Marcus
Gabriel
Alyx
Ivan
Nathaniel
Steven
Jack
Valya

Shae holstered his guns and ran along with Cado.

After realizing it was a bad idea sending Valya out alone he turned to his side and swooped her up and rolled behind the next car as the one he was using for cover exploded. His P-90 was already placed into his agent coat. He stood up part way and smashed the window in with his elbow. Lifting up Valya and throwing her in the back seat he leaned over to the driver’s side and started to hot-wire the car.

He noticed the enemy lines were starting to thin out and he punched it driving towards the dropship. After a minute or two of driving he swerved the car and slammed on the breaks. He picked up Valya from the back and threw her over his shoulder as and boarded the lift area of the dropship.

“Target secured.”

With Valya safe and the agents on a clear path home, it seemed like all was well. Perfectly well. Everything was in the clear, the enemy retreating, the day won.

Then something odd happened.

Ivan blacked out. Completely.

He floated in darkness, sound whizzing by his ears, but not in a way he could understand. The voices were too confused, too faint to understand, but it sounded almost like... someone shouting passionately. Like some sort of speech. There was no apparent source of light anywhere; he was just hovering in darkness.

The others, however, saw what Ivan did - well, what Ivan's body did. He started screaming incoherently, grabbed Valya around the waist, unsheathed the knife in his right hand, and placed it against her throat. She screamed but to no avail; the mercenaries there were not modified and were not about to take the risk of getting her killed, so they had to just let it happen. Steven glanced at the other agents, rather urgently; Alyx was already running towards them full tilt.

Statuses:
Cado, Marcus, Gabriel, Alyx, Ivan, Nathaniel, Steven, Jack, Valya