Jesse Jenkins cursed as Mike took a Ruger Thunderbolt burst to the head. Fuck, their mage was done! This whole thing had turned to shit once Tweek had triggered something nasty in the Matrix just trying to hack their way through the back door of this damned place. One minute they're a trio of cool professionals, the next instant blood is streaming from that computer geek's nose and ears like a fountain, and an instant after that they've got the Star shooting at them.
The street samurai kept her cool, though. She had training, and chrome, the skills and edge and drive she needed to survive this. She was specops. She'd made it out of the Arcology! She'd lived through worse. She slapped a fresh magazine home in her Ingram Smartgun and loosed half of it at the Lone Star cruiser and the pair of assholes that were leaning over it to shoot at her. One fell back in a spray of blood, the other ducked behind the engine block and screamed for backup.
"Fuck me, we stepped in it this time," Jesse fired off quick three round bursts as she backed away from the corpses of her teammates, keeping that bastard's head down and sending pieces of Lone Star Americar windshield flying.
Fresh sirens sounded as she ducked behind a dumpster to reload, and she saw more lights at the far end of the alley. It was escape and evasion time, there was no doubt about it.
She dropped a flash bang and ran, darting around the corner and out into the street. She only had seconds. Precious few seconds.
Her hands reached for the bottom edge of her dress -- she heard jackbooted thugs stomping down the alley towards her, racking their shotguns as they approached -- she was dead, unless she could....
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