<We've got company.>

Leon turned to face the SUITS in the distance.

<Daaaaaamn....>

"You said it."

<If you go face-to-face with SUITS, you won't last. I recommend Operation: Minefield.>

"Got it." Leon acknowledged, then said to his team, "I'll be rigging this place with explosives. Just get the fug out of here, and the enemy SUITS will think they're under attack. They'll move much more slowly. Enjoy!"

Ziltal laughed maniacally as he stealthfully placed mines along their tracks.

Jack plodded through the hallways, not even caring that he stuck out like a sore thumb anymore. He knew for sure the closest group of thugs and mercs were taken care of by Damien, and Rick had cleared up near the hole while Lee had cleared the hole in the roof. Perfect, everything was clear.

Then he heard something over the communicator he didn't like.

<We've got company.> This was bad. Very bad. Cham was made for sneaking, not all out fighting. He had to get somewhere and hide before he got too caught up in fighting and the girl was more of a target.

"Shit... Cham, get ready to take a few bullets. It really isn't gonna be pretty once we get out there, so look through Thomas' information on the place and find a good hiding spot."

"Right, well, at least we did the sneaky stuff right. As for good hiding spots... there's a bunch of 18-wheelers that got stuck here when the mafia invaded for the target. Go around the other side of the building and you can probably hide yourself and the girl there quite easily."

"Good, now get ready to hit on of those trailers, cuz we're jumping."

"Again? I hate it when you do this..."

With a grudging feeling from both pilot and SUITS, they ran past Damien, telling him he could pull back, and then up to Rick, and straight out the hole in the roof. Running up to the edge of the warehouse, Jack told the girl on his back to calm down and hang on, but flinging himself over the edge of the building couldn't make her contain a scream. Putting all four claws into the side of the building to slow his fall, he let go after about three seconds, then fell straight into one of the trailers of the 18-wheelers. Landing on his back and holding the target above him, he landed on his back and made a huge hole in the top and going straight into a large pile of cardboard and packing peanuts and other items.

"God damn it, that hurt. Cham, how're you holding up?"

"All of the claws are slightly worn down, nothing too bad. However, both legs are damaged and could prove troublesome if you really have to move. I predict you'll be about 45% slower than normal while running. Also, the back is highly damaged. I can't say how much it'll hurt when you move, but I can say that Ben is gonna have a hell of a time yelling at you."

"Are you all right?" the girl asked as she got up and out of what was almost a hole in the whole trailer.

"Yeah, just get in one of the other trailers, I'll follow you there soon enough just let me get-- OW! Jesus Christ!" Cham was right when he said it would hurt. He really made one hell of a dent in Cham if it hurt that much. Sure it hurt from the fall, but it felt like someone was sticking a cinder block between his back and Cham's outer shell now that he was getting up.

"Are you su--" the girl asked, but was interrupted.

"I'm fine, just go before they get here." Jack got up and pushed her out of the trailer. He was on two feet now, holding his rifle and scanning the back of the building for any thugs or mercs that might be there. There was one, but Jack quickly shot him in the chest, making the thug go down quickly as a large hole was made by his high calibur rifle. When he saw that the girl had gone inside one of the trailers, Jack made sure he stuck close to it, looking back and forth to make sure there were still no thugs or mercs around.

"Someone get to the back of the building. I've got the target in a trailer for an 18-wheeler and I don't know how many stragglers might come back here."

"Someone get to the back of the building. I've got the target in a trailer for an 18-wheeler and I don't know how many stragglers might come back here." Gordon heres over the intercomm

"I'll be there in a flash" Gordon replies, taking flight and zooming to the back of the building.

He spots a group of 12 mercs sneaking around into the back, going for the girl in the trailer. He fires off a fireball and the explosion takes out the back 3. He soars up a bit and then swoops down, slicing through 5 of the mercs. He takes out his shield and protects himself from the bullets as he arcs around and slices the remaining mercs.

"Took down a group of mercs going for the target, there may be more, so we may want to be on the look out" he says to Chameleon as he hovers towards him.

<Everybody! We need to grab the daughter and get out NOW! Reinforcements are coming, and they're not something we want to put an unprotected girl in the middle of.>

Damien looked up from the ruins of his most recent victim, his wristblades retracting into their sheath. He looked around, then called up the floor plan of the building on his retinal HUD. The closest route to the top was right... here.

The plasmacaster disengaged itself from its housing, then pointed straight up and fired a blast of explosive energy into the ceiling. Damien flipped out of the way before it could land on him, then engaged his cloak and was up and through the hole before any of the confused mercenaries on top noticed him.

They never even heard the sound of his plasma glaive hissing to life before they were cut to pieces in three sweeping strikes.

The ceiling exploded again, and Damien jumped up, to the roof. Outside, he switched to SQUID visual mode. The outlines of the inbound enemy SUITS highlighted themselves on his field of vision, and his plasmacaster began vibrating gently as its containment fields and plasma drivers pushed themselves into high gear.

<Someone get to the back of the building. I've got the target in a trailer for an 18-wheeler and I don't know how many stragglers might come back here.>

Damien turned, and locked onto Jack's SUITS below him. Hopping up to the top of the smokestack for a better view, he crouched, gargoyle-like, as he scanned the area for any hostiles.

"I'll provide fire support, Jack. Try and get her out - it's not safe for anyone there."

A SUITS approached them at high speed. Damien fired the plasmacaster, its brilliant blue projectile blazing an actinic trail as it punched through the lip of the roof, the garage's roof, and into the enemy SUITS. It hit the ground hard, but began getting up again immediately, its left shoulder a smoking mass.

Damn, I missed.

"Jack! One inbound SUITS! Prepare yourself!"

"Aw, SHIT!" Jack yelled as he readied himself for the incoming SUITS. Crouching down, he lowered his rifle and waited for the SUITS to come around the corner. When it came, it was greeted with three shots to its right leg, but Jack and Cham also recieved about five rounds from a machine gun as many others whizzed by him, each one not piercing his armor, but pushing him back a good two or three feet.

"Gordon, get the girl out of here! Damien can probably help me, now mo--" Jack was interrupted as the enemy SUITS ran up and slammed him exrra hard into the wall of the warehouse. While not as bad as the fall off the building, he could really feel that hit. When it reached for a plama manipulator, Jack too his split second of timea and let a three-round burst go straight into the SUITS's head. Getting knocked over from such a close range hit, but somehow still staying in one piece, Jack could hear the pilot screaming in pain. He may not have finished off the armor, but the pilot seriously got hit hard. With a little bit of time given to him, Jack squirmed away, his right arm feeling like it was made of rubber.

"Jack, be careful. One more hit like that and you might not be able to move that right arm for a while," Cham informed him. Despite Cham's slightly uncaring mood most of the time, now he was getting serious, most likely because Jack was letting the SUITS get so damaged.

"Don't worry, Cham. Just get ready to get hit a few more times until Damien gets here." Meanwhile, the enemy SUITS was struggling to get up, but Jack had a plan. With a weakened faceplate, it would be easy prey to one of Damien's plasmacaster shots.

"Damien, aim for the faceplate, it's already weak enough as it is." Jack watched as the SUITS got up, rubbing its face, and levelled its machine gun at him. He hoped Damien would be quick about this.

As the enemy SUITS was about to fire at Cham, most likely eliminating the chameleon SUITS far beyond any hope of repair, it was smacked hard in the faceplate by a flying object, and lurched over to the ground.

It gave a few more deaththroes, and then quit moving. A large plasma mace could be seen on the faceplate, it's spikes imbedded into the metal. Beowulf walked from where he had thrown his mace, stepped on the inactive SUITS metal body, and forcefully pulled his mace from the machine. Beowulf turned to Cham, and seemingly smiled in a way only a faceless machine could. Thomas turned his neurocommunicator on.

"Close, huh? You might want to be more careful, Jack. You of all people should know that Cham can't be in such close combat. If the SUITS didn't kill you, you know that Ben will."

Then, a loud beeping sound was heard in the cockpit. Thomas activated the long-range communicator, and a small screen appeared in his viewing visor. What showed up was the face of Jake Rillnor, the official head of the SSF.

"Attention, Beowulf. Repeat, Attention Beowulf. Thomas, do you copy?"

"Yes, sir. I'm opening the neurocommunicators. You'll be speaking to the group in a moment."

Thomas activated the view screen link, and all the SUITS could see Jake Rillnor in their screens. When everyone had been linked, Jake gave his message.

<"Attention, SSF. We currently have a Flight Tank heading in your direction. It will pick up the daughter, and also give you all a lift back to HQ. Just protect the package until it arrives. It will be there very shortly. End Transmission.">

"Gordon, get the girl out of here! Damien can probably help me, now mo--"

"Alright" Gordon replies, taking flight. He goes into the trailer of the 18 wheeler, and bursts out with the girl in his arms.

He flies a good hundred or so yards away from the battle and sets the girl down.

"We should be safe here? What's your name little girl?"

"M-millie" she says in a scared voice.

"Well Millie, don't you worry, you'll be fine."

Just then the Flight Tank hovers near them. "Here's your ride, Millie. These men will protect you."

Millie get's helped into the Flight Tank, and it begins to hover away.

"Mission accomplished. Do you guys need any backup or should I escort the Tank?" Gordon asks his team over the intercom

Thomas watched as the tank hovered away, and his heart sank.

<"GORDON! That tank was supposed to pick us up!">

Just then, a Plasmus blast was shot by his head, missing it by inches. He turned, and saw a large troop of SUITS heading for them. They were still a distance away, but they were within firing range. Thomas quickly opened his communicator to the group.

<"ATTENTION! CHANGE OF PLANS! Everyone leave the grounds, and head for the tank! I mean now! We're outnumbered, and most of us are pretty damaged. So run, like hell, NOW! Fast people and flyers, grab the damaged SUITS!">

Beowulf reached over, and grabbed Cham by the back. He then slung the crippled lizard-like SUITS over his shoulder.

"Come on, Jack. You're with me."

Beowulf began to sprint as fast as he could in the direction of the tank.

"I'm moving I'm mo-SHIT!" A red light blipped off in her visor as she disengaged from her opponent in a tangled mass of limbs and abdomen.

<Damage report: ranged weapon disabled. Preparing to discharge wasted plasmus. End report.>
"You do that," Eileen said as she fixated her shield on her back again and curled her now-empty, damaged tail underneath for further protection. She crouched low as extra heavy fire sprayed itself around her.
"Slipstream, give a functions report."
<Overall damage report: right foreleg suffered heavy pressure. FUnctioning at 88% its max. Life support damaged. Functioning 55% max->
Crap, Eileen thought as she inched forward, still under heavy fire.
Slipstream's life support system was connected to the abdomen of the actual SUITS. That would mean that during some time in her first encounter with an enemy SUITS, she had damaged more than she expected to.
<-Ranged weapon disabled. Fuel gauge reads half. End report.>
"Not bad, not too bad," she muttered under her breath as she risked a sudden burst of speed and catapulted herself outside. She flipped on her intercom
"Guys, I'm under heavy fire here, I've only got half my fuel tank full, and..." she read her distance graph and profanity escaped her lips, "I'm on the other side of where you are. My ranged weapon is disabled. If I get hit--oh shit."
Part of the plasmus shield had chipped, and a plasmus bullet bit deep into the left arm of her SUITS. It took a good chunk off, and revealled her body-hugging suit underneath. That bit of muscle deflated almost comically as the biological alteration deactivated, and her left arm was useless, hanging limply by her side.
"Oops," she said as she began to run like hell, "Somebody pick me up!"
A flash of inspiration caught her and she activated her other shield, before sticking it rather roughly - but securely - into the end of her damaged tail. Then, waving it behind her, she managed to deflect most gunfire aimed at the part where her manipulater couldn't shield, relying solely on the SUITS' own eyes to calculate and deflect bullets.

OOC: WOOPS! Didn't catch that... sorrrrry. Also I don't really know which ones are too damaged to run... damnit Rhiya, posted right before me :confused: , I'll edit my post to pick you up.

BIC: <"SHIT. I'll try to catch up with it and tell them to wait up">

Gordon flies as fast as he can towards the tank, picking up Slipstream on the way. He catches up with the tank. Just as he starts to lower himself he is hit from behind and gets launched forward from the tank, and also knocks Slipstream out of his hands. After momentum stops taking its toll on him he turns around to see SUITS with similar build as him, just bigger...

"Oh sh--" is all he manages to get out before the flying SUITS nails him with an explosive rocket.

Angel spins upside down until it makes impact with the dirt.

"Major damage. Suggesting retreat" Angel says as it manages to get to its feet.

"Can't do that" Gordon says to the suit "We need to protect the Tank until the others get here. Just pray they get here soon..."

He launches up into the air, and makes impact with the winged enemy SUITS.