Haze watches the message scroll over his display link in his lower vision.

Stay with the women, how come I never get to stay with them when there is no gunfire, of course on the upside they said more to me than shut up and drive or where are the drones at. They seem like a well put together team, and I have been looking for some good running with a good payout, need some updated drones and mods to the wheels. Just need to remember Al is very protective of the peaches lady.

Haze slides in under one of the ladies arms and helps them hurry to the exit.

Okay ladies I'm with you, let's get to top and out to the van.

Message To Team:
Gotcha Al, on our way up and out. We will meet ya at the transport.
Message Complete:

[August 22, 2075, 8:50 PM, Sound Mental Health Facility, Kilarney Way, Bellevue, Seattle]

Defiance held loosely, Al was watching for more patients as his coworkers exited the vent. He'd been listening to sporadic gunfire steadily approaching their position, and knew it was Jan.

Bolo was the last to crawl out of the ducts, just as the elven merc ran up to join them. And not a moment too soon as a grayish white gas followed them out of the HVAC system.

Al still had fifty minutes or so on his internal air, but he wasn't going to stick around and see what that stuff might to on contact. "All right, no rest for the wicked, amigos, we move quick we kin catch the others at the elevator."

And with that he set off at a trot down the corridor.

Haze helps the ladies up into the van.

Here you go just rest I have one more thing to do.

Matrix Commands:
Spot load for transport
Fido Burst Fire
APDS rounds
Target surveillance drone
Fire
Matrix commands complete:

Haze appears to have a far off look as his mind touches the drone.

Fido extends an ares alpha and adjust to target above you

The quiet is shattered by the sound of burst fire from the high velocity rifle as multiple burst strike the metal housing flying overhead. You see small bits of metal falling away from the drone to the ground as it starts to smoke and flame. You see it starting to loose altitude as it explodes as the last burst rips into it.

Message To Team:
Ladies in the van
Surveillance drone terminated
Anyone need a ride?
Message Complete:

Matrix Command:
Fido load for transport
Matrix Commands Complete:

[August 22, 2075, 8:59 PM, southbound on 405, Bellevue, Seattle]

Moving fast with Jan, LeFey, Bolo, and the French guy, Al had entered the freight elevator without a moment to lose. No one much had chased them, but death had nipped at their heels the whole way in the form of slamming doors and probing tendrils of nasty-gas. The way the place was shutting down, he was amazed the elevator even worked - maybe one of their little group's matrixey types had kept it running. Whatever, as long as they also deleted all their images.

Emerging topside into the crisp summer evening, the first thing he did was shut off his internal air supply and suck in some fresh night air. The next thing was look around for Peaches. Not hard, they were moving so slowly the unhurt team members had already almost caught them up - in fact, they came out just in time to see the aerial fireworks as Haze took down the opposition's spotter.

With everyone else piling into the rigger's van, Al shook hands with Jan, Haze, and LeFey, made some polite excuses, and took off through the brush with Peaches. Retracing the path he'd taken around the rear of the main building when he came in, he congratulated himself on a long list of achievements. One, alive despite one of the most epic clusterfucks in a long life of being fucked in clusters. Two, Peaches seemed not much the worse for wear. Three, checking his commlink as he ran, he confirmed that he'd just earned a year's salary on the docks in less than one hour in the secret lair of hundreds of evil mind-mutants. Fourth and finally he congratulated himself on his keen insights going into this gender-diverse mess - yup, men had walked out, young girls with guns got carried out.

They went back out through the hole he'd made in the fenceline, the trees still lit by the burning wreckage he'd left in the parking rotary, but no opposition in sight. Hop, skip and a jump and they were at his Gaz, apparently unmolested. He took a minute to confirm that, then opened her up, swept fast food boxes off the passenger seat and onto the floor, and the two were off into the night.