Raymond's NCM looked at its' now-disabled shotgun, and he seemingly decided to bolt it and run, making sure to at least force some damage unto Edoric before retreating. KRAKAKAKA, four shells at point blank range, making Edoric flip over due to the kinetic energy, easily blinding him for a precious few moments, not to mention the 'actual' damage to the structure and armoring.

He then maneuvered his thrusters to turn as fast as possible, before activating some sort of hyper-booster on its' back and quickly retreating. "Fucking terrorists..." he mumbled before going out of range. Jeanne spoke again, "Fuck. I had no idea he had a Volkov Cruise Engine... damnit, whatever we CAN do, at least one of the corporations will just know for sure we're operating. This isn't good at all, fuck.... Everyone, plant your charges, scavenge what you can, and blow this joint, ASAP. Return to base, make sure your tracks don't make any fucking sense, you know the drill in this situation."

As Raymond retreated, he felt sad for his failure. He talked to himself, after disabling communications. "...Wait... who were those guys? I didn't recognize them at all...". No matter, he did what he could, but he still lost. "Damn... no payday this time.... Don't they know I have mouths to feed?". "I just want to do my damn job and go home, every time. God, I hate this job... 'Ohhh, you'll be so RICH!, you'll be a heerrro! Fucking right!"