“If you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer.” -Daniel Anders, Page 2.
Central Apartments
As Kai leaves the room with Abimael in tow and Kiku on his back, he could hear the room he just left having one of its walls blown apart. Moving down the hall, though slowed with the weight of Kai on his back, he could then hear another wall being blown apart, the one between the cyborg soldier and Alyss. Turning to face the cyborg, Alyss is grabbed by the throat and lifted off her feet by a cybernetic arm, a small grin was on the cyborg's face as he saw her struggle to try and get free, though the grin faded somewhat at the realization that he wasn't able to crush her wind pipe. With the two struggling against each other, a sniper shot zips just shy of Kiku, through a wall, and into the cyborg's head. With a momentary twitch, the cyborg falls dead, and Alyss falls onto her knees, coughing and gasping for breath.
Junko saved Alyss' life using her scope to see through the wall, and earlier preparation to have a clean shot.
The momentary relief faded, however, as Kai barely manages to slip out of the hallway in time. Abimael had slipped behind him and pushed him in just as the heavily armoured soldier stepped into the main hallway. He then would hear a thunderous roar of a shotgun blast behind him. Abimael falls through the doorway, curled up, appearing to be in some level of pain but more angry than anything else, despite having a half a dozen large chunks of the shotgun's blast in his back. Chunks which he was pushing out as his wounds closed behind them, though the chunks were stained in an orange liquid that could only be comparable to what was Abimael's blood.
Matthew's cover fire manages to at least be enough to cause the armoured juggernaut to lift an arm to cover his face. Though the bullets failed to penetrate his outer shell, it did prevent him from reloading long enough to allow Jenive to act. She zips past Matthew as his cover fire ends, using her jet pack to make up for her wounded leg to get into the same room as Junko. "It's time for us to go!" Junko would see Alyss run and jump out the window of the room she was in, using her own jet pack to escape.
On the roof, a chinook landed to take them home, and they would all be able to hear the sounds of it coming.
South West
As everyone moves back, the first ones to burst out of the fog are Nathaniel and Annie. Spotting the convoy there to pick them up toting enough firepower to level the entire city block was sufficient to cause Annie to sigh, though not in relief. "Away from one nightmare and into another." He mutters, almost disgruntled, as he moves past Nathaniel and boards one of the Chinooks. The scientist was safe.
Meanwhile, inside the fog, Daniel's grenade toss didn't actually seem to hit anything. Perhaps throwing a grenade blindly isn't the wisest usage of such a device. Regardless, Daniel's attempts to stave off death weren't entirely in vain, as he managed to get behind Brucey just in time to avoid certain death as he hears the sounds of a wolf screeching and howling in pain, its tone fluctuating as its vocal chords melted.
Further tank shells come into the fog from Donovan's tank, first one, then two, as he attempts to hit the coordinates that Brucey specified. He failed to do so as one shot struck the APC and blew a hole clean into it, though his tank did have a significant amount of damage.
Finally, Brucey and Daniel clear the fog, along with anyone else lagging behind. "MOVE IT!" Came a voice from a sergeant at the front of the convoy. "Men on the Chinooks, mechs on the trailers!" There were three trailers, arranged one after another. Brucey would see a warning light come on as he looked towards the trailers, the floors were heavily magnetic, likely to keep the mechs on them so they wouldn't fall off. Ordinarily this would severely slow a mech down and potentially screw up on-board electronics, but then, these were meant for emergency transportation, anyway. "LETS GO! GO GO GO!" Donovan's tank began to advance backward slowly as machine guns opened fire into the fog, blindly, to try and pin down anything coming out.
South East
Captain Derek does as he is told and rushes up to the evacuation zone, only to see Carolyn waiting just outside a door with the rest of the evacuees. Before he can make a sarcastic quip, a loud explosion is heard, followed up with Carolyn bursting into the room. Smoke immediately flooded out, but Georgia was safe, having ducked behind a rather large desk as she set off the explosive. "Time for us to go." Carolyn states as she moves into the room. Derek moves into the room with her, along with everyone else. There was now a hole in the ceiling, and the clear sounds of an approaching pair of Chinooks. "Derek." The captain looks at her. "Mm?" Carolyn points at the hole in the ceiling, it was just a little too high for anyone to simply jump to the edge of it. Rolling his eyes, Derek kneels down and cups his hands together at the base of the hole. Carolyn steps onto his hand, and in a single quick movement, Carolyn managed to reach the edge of the hole and climb up onto the roof. As she did, Derek stared, a sheepish grin forming at the edges of his lips. "Well, it's a nice view." Carolyn looks back after she finishes climbing to the top, offering him a hand up onto the roof. "I thought country boys were supposed to be gentlemen." Taking her hand, Derek is lifted up onto the roof. For a brief moment, the two stare at each other, eye to eye. There was a small spark there. "... Sometimes, we can't help but stare at an angel fallen from Heaven."
For a brief moment, things seemed peaceful.
Then, Carolyn shook her head, though smiled softly as she leaned down into the hole to start pulling evacuees out. "Focus on the mission, cowboy." Derek leans in with her to help pull them out faster, and safer, one at a time. "Then we'll get some coffee after this. Maybe invite Peter to come, fellow's a little wet 'round the ears on these parts." With a slap across the back of his head from Carolyn, he finally shut up and simply focused on getting people to safety.
Meanwhile, during all of this, Peter and James continued to open fire down the stairs as they slowly advanced to the fourth floor where the evacuees were. The mutants were not getting past the sheer amount of firepower the two were dishing out at them, and as they reached the top of the stairs, Morai blew a hole into the top of the staircase with his shotgun. Kneeling down, though in pain as sweat coated his face, he pulls the pin of both of his fragmentation grenades with his teeth, then releases them into the hole, scooting them to each side. Diving backward, the grenades explode, taking out the next three steps of the staircase and trapping them all at the top. The shambling, white visages of human beings stare at them lifelessly, unable to ascend, and unable to figure out how to get past the problem. "... They're like puppets... They cannot problem solve." Morai states as he slowly gets to his feet, before stumbling and leaning on James. By this time the survivors had all been moved to the top, leaving only Georgia in the room. Carolyn shouts into the hole. "WE HAVE TO GO! COME ON!" They could hear the Chinooks coming in for a landing on the roof as their radios crackle to life. "A couple minutes until the streets are hell on Earth. That's all the time you have to get out, now!" The pilot yells, likely in reference to the fact that the streets were about to be fire bombed.
South East: Sewers
Adam Caville follows Roman and Eira down the left tunnel, though is visible nervous at the prospect. As the others evac, they traveled deeper into the sewer system down the left path. After several minutes of this, at points crawling on hands and knees, others walking upright, they finally reach a turning point. A corner that sharply turns westward, obviously dug into the sewer system recently. With a sigh of relief, Adam, realizing he couldn't use the radio as the signal's noise would drown them out, turns the corner just behind Roman.
In a split second, Roman would feel himself pulled back with an almost inhuman level of strength by Adam's gloved hand, as a panicked burst of fire came down the sewer tunnel. Adam lurches back as the trio hears someone screaming cease fire at the top of their lungs. Looking at the pair, he nods, then looks down at himself. One of the bullets had managed to hit him in the shoulder as he attempted to protect the black box, and a small bit of orange liquid had rolled out before the wound had closed. Frowning, he looked at the pair. "...Well... This is awkward..." If they turned the corner again, they would likely be safe, though Eira and Roman knew what Adam was now: One of the shapeshifters. "... Before you go and expose me, I would ask that you... Perhaps... Don't. I'm not your enemy... But there is no way I'm getting inside to talk to anyone important unless I disguise myself like this."
He sighs, and then looks at the black box, holding it out for Eira to take. "Here. This is the genuine black box of Carolyn's mech... And there was a pilot named Adam Caville... But he didn't escape. He was eviscerated by one of my kind. I took the remnants and replicated them to look like this so I could try and... Negotiate, try and talk and explain this to your leaders, but if I showed my true nature to anyone here..." He looks back at the west tunnel, remaining hidden just around the corner. "... Well, you saw it for yourself. That man didn't even bother to see if you were his friend before he shot at you, he is that scared of... Things like me."
In this time, his bullet wound healed. While there was a small stain on his clothes just beneath his shoulder, it wasn't particularly orange in colouration: One could easily mistake it for anything from a food stain to a blood stain. In fact, the stain itself disappeared momentarily afterwards. Even the clothes it seemed were replicated skin. "It's your choice. You can reveal me for what I am or help me slip inside undetected so I won't be gunned down by your men. I will comply either way."
