Seeing that back up had arrived, Harris had decided it would be best to simply stay down. He nodded to Killshot once he reached the car, and looked slightly disturbed by the giant reptile that came up beside him. The fighting went rather swiftly and intensely around him, so he kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't distract his "rescuers" from killing off the rest of these thugs. He slid his sleeve back, and began typing hastily away on a wrist mounted device while the others wrapped up the battle.

Winston ducked back into cover to reload his pistol and watched as the squad went about fulfilling their duties. The sight made him feel rather satisfied about choosing the right people. Of course, the whole job could be considered overkill, but it was being handled efficiently. Further down the street, the last red coated thug decided that this job wasn't worth doing and crawled slowly along the car until he was behind another building. Once out of the squad's clear line of sight, the man would break out into a dash and attempt to leave the 'warzone' behind him. Winston approached the VIP and the others by the van.

Harris was still busily typing away on his wrist-device, only looking up when he heard someone new approach him. "Mr. Valos," the VIP said as he picked himself up off the wet ground. "I see the planetary defense force decided to make their rounds this evening!" Harris smirked, glancing at the different members of the squad whom he could see. "As much as I wish I could get us to a decent bar for strippers and beer, i'm afraid i'm on a rather tight schedule, and.. well, we could probably do with someplace better than this world huh." Harris seemed rather cheery despite the recent attempt on his life.

"I believe credits will work just fine for us Harris." Winston replied, crossing his arms. "Though if you could manage to slip in some good drinks for my crew here i'm sure the would appreciate that too." Harris gave a pleasant nod to Winston. Suddenly the VIP's wrist device let out a beep, and Harris glanced down at the screen. "While you all were puttin' on a show, I managed to hack into one of their holopads in hopes of finding a little bit of information on my attempted murderers. This seemed a little too well thought out to just be a bunch of street thugs.." Harris said, glancing up for a moment and noticing the door to an abandoned looking building near by. He beckoned the others to follow him inside. "This'll probably be easier to read when i'm not getting drenched out here.."

Harris pushed the door open, his device lightly illuminating the space around him. Visibility was poor except near the windows, where street lights barely shown into the building. From the looks of it, this structure may have once been a diner. There were a small flight of stairs which lead up to the second story of the building, where the roof was broken in some areas, and allowing water to pour in. Harris sat down at one of the tables on the first floor away from the windows and wiped the water off of the device's screen. "Just give me a moment, this data a little bit encrypted, but nothing Uncle Harris can't fix.." The VIP said, who began working away at his device again.

As the final, unarmed thug began to make his daring escape, John couldn't help but get the strange feeling that he should gun him down. The probability that he was going to be running for backup was immense, but shooting a retreating opponent wasn't usually his style. For now, he'd be allowed to live, and hopefully bring a bit more of a challenge. John turned his head to look where the majority of his teammates were gathering. Using the equipment in his helmet, John was able to listen in on the conversation between Harris and the rest of his team, without ever having to take the effort to climb back down the building. Sure he could take the stairs back down, but how boring would that be?

Harrison began to walk inside out of range of John's speakers though when he decided to show everyone the data collected on the hacked datapad. Well, time to join the other I guess. In one quick motion, he stepped onto the ledge of the building and launched himself in the direction of the nearest car, landing right on the top and crushing it slightly beneath his and his equipment's weight. Almost as if ignoring the show-offy display he had just made, John followed Harrison and the others into the abandoned diner.

Eloln watched the situation die down with the last enemy retreat. Eloln left Killshot on the roof to follow the others with the VIP. He could see that Copperhead had followed his orders and was still close behind Harrison and Winston. He stayed in the back and listened to the details that were being shared. It was true that street thugs wouldn't be this organized. Eloln guessed it was another merc team but they wouldn't be sure until they got inside.

Upon entering the diner, Copperhead stopped and looked at the VIP. He could sense Eloln near but didn't notice him until he stepped up to his side. Copperhead waited for him to the encryption with only thought, when does the killing begin.

Claire quickly moved to follow the group as they headed for a building to find shelter within, she'd wait just outside as they group slowly assembled and found their way in. Her eyes flickering at the show off 'Killshot', before huffing and allowing him to enter inside before following closely with Natasi at her heel.

Once within the building she'd move off to a dampened section remain as always, away from the group. She could still hear the commotion and anything said as she'd crouch down and hold out a hand towards Natasi. "Taz, drop it," Claire commanded lightly while watching the large beast approach. Weapon still tightly grasped as Natasi produced a muffled high pitched groan and dropped the object upon the open palm of her mistress.

Slender digits wrapping around the solid weapon she'd move to stand up, spare hand patting Natasi upon the head before she'd quickly return to a crouched position after a strained mechanical churn could be heard from her direction, "Damnit, not this again!" Claire would find herself speaking this under her breath while stretching her right leg forward, unzipping the boot that wrapped tightly around her lower leg and foot, she'd then draw the lower rim of her suit leg upwards to reveal the mechanical leg replacing one limb from the knee down.

Claire would soon begin fiddling with parts as she'd reach into a pouch to find the oiling kit needed to unclog the areas causing trouble. Quickly finding what she was after she'd begin using the squeeze bottle to un-jam some of the main mechanics for keeping up with the others, mumbling to herself under her breath she'd glance up as Natasi had moved in closer to sniff at the leg and the odd liquid being used upon it.

Sulla didn't actually fire a shot. Sometimes, that was how it worked -- you wound up covering the flank or the rear, keeping an eye on the situation and assessing things. It was a street fight, they were thrown in fast and had no idea about opposition reinforcements. So while Harris and the others were doing their thing at the tables, Sulla picked his spot for visibility and concealment, to watch the door and the windows, provide security. Just because the first fight was over didn't mean that there wouldn't be more trouble. It seemed that if they'd gotten caught flat-footed once, they'd get that way again.

In any case, he'd acquired a rifle and ammunition off one of the gunmen and some other goodies while grabbing a PDA; the man looked like the leader, so Sulla made sure to grab any potential intel, which he handed off to Winston wordlessly. At least he had a degree of weaponry on hand for the next round; conventional layout, optics and all that. The latter, the optics, got synced with his glasses, integrating the aimpoint with the HUD. With a quick flick of fingers across the screen, he set his PDA to detect comm chatter. Though it was hasty, he had the other guy's PDA files to use as a reference to determine which frequencies to watch for.

It would have to do. He glanced back, once in a while, to check on what the others were doing, but he didn't have much to add. Not yet, anyway.