"We're under fire! Everyone hold on tight!" The pilot shouted back into the helicopter loud enough for everyone to hear. However, that was probably an unnecessary statement because it become immediately obvious when the bullets began pelting against the armor of the helicopter and whizzing by it's windows. They jerked hard to the left and down, dodging the gunfire for a moment while it had to adjust the aim accordingly. The attackers were just women on the ground with machineguns, but they were numerous and relentless in their attack, not too keen on allowing aircraft past the defensive lines. One of them got a lucky hit on the blade, causing a dreadful and ominous sputtering and clanking sound just moments before the only vehicle keeping them from plunging to their deaths was now doing just that. Some of the soldiers were reserved enough or too frightened to speak, while others let out cries of terror as they nose dived dangerously low into the city. Somehow the pilot managed to angle them back up just moments before impact, causing them to slam roughly into the ground on the belly of the helicopter. They skidded violently across the streets, skipping along like a stone over water until it reached it's final destination by crashing through the window of a building near the end of the road that they had managed to fall into.
All that Sienna felt through the vibrations in her seat rather then sight, because she had her eyes firmly squeezed shut as she sat trembling in her seat. The seatbelt strapped over her body did it's part in keeping her in one piece, but in it's final smash through the building it had taken too much violence to withstand, ripping out from her seat and spilling her into the isle. Broken glass fell on top of her, but that was the least of her worries. She opened her eyes as the dust settled, shocked that she was still alive. The helicopter's armor must be far better then she had previously thought to survive such an impact. Well, "survive" was used loosely, for it was certainly not going to just start up and fly again any time soon, if ever. All of the windows were busted out or cracked, the blades had been completely torn off, and there was a massive dent on the upper left side of the cockpit, crushing the pilot between the metal and the chair. She couldn't see much of the pilot from within the mangled wreckage, but from what she could see, she was more then likely dead. The same fate befell some of the soldiers who had been knocked around and scattered the isle while limbs thrown haphazardly about. The surviving medic on board tried desperate to revive them, but to no avail.
Doing a quick head count of those still able to count, including herself there were twelve. Not much of an attack force, and to make matters worse they were now trapped behind enemy lines. They did crash near their target building, but did they really stand any chance? Was there any point in continuing the mission? Sienna rubbed her aching head as she stumbled onto her feet. Just then she heard the sound of shouting and thudding footsteps approach the building they had crashed inside. Uh oh. Looks like things were about to get even worse.
"Everyone look out!" She warned everyone just before they were under attack by another hail of machinegun fire. She ducked underneath the window as bullets soared through the now open windows. She didn't have time to count how many soldiers there were, but there were certainly a lot of them. Overcoming the intense fear of this situation, or perhaps because of it, she unleashed her counterattack, popping up from cover to fire upon the advancing women with everything she had. They only wore light armor and were densely packed, allowing her bullets to tear through the advancing hoard with surprising ease. Around five collapsed, but she didn't have time to check for sure. Everyone was a blur as she sweeped her gun around, hearing the click of her ammo running out much sooner then expected. Drat! She ducked back down, fumbling with her clip to reload. She could hear them getting closer and closer with every passing moment.
