"Waste them," was Cecilia's curt reply to Kat. She adjusted her head, bringing the helmet-slaved reticule to bear on target. The targeting computer did the rest, plotting a firing angle and compensating for any wind, movement and elevation, refreshing this data 30 times per second. Cecilia squeezed the trigger and a pair of HEAT rounds burst free from the autocannon's muzzle. A flash of tracers and a cloud of smoke told her that she'd hit her mark, and the FRAME reeled to the ground. It was evident in their movement and (dis)organization that the mooks were simple thugs. After seeing one of their own go down, the remainder scurried, firing back wildly.

	Cecilia would've been content to sit back and pick them off - had Oliver not scrambled right into the thick of things. [i]Sonofabitch.[/i] His rocket had disabled another gangbanger, but at 20 meters there was no way it'd be safe to loose another. "There's cover everywhere - [b]use it![/b]" she barked. She was right; there were plenty of dilapidated structures to hide behind. Most lanes of fire went down whole alleys and streets, making the engagement into a sordid game of Pac-Man with guns. It would have been easy enough to wait in ambush for the mooks to turn a wrong corner and lay into them.

	Maxwell had been into position to relieve some of the attention on Oliver. Cecilia saw a spectacular ray of flame on her monitor; no doubt riling up the gangsters. She spun from her corner and zipped down the next street, following the diagonal path to what should be the thugs' blind spot. They were occupied with emptying their weapons at the more immediate threats - Oliver and Maxwell's FRAMEs, to be exact. She reached the corner of the street where the action was centered, but was cut off by one of the thugs as he made a hasty getaway.	The construction FRAME whizzed mere feet away, down the intersection and to Cecilia's left. Startled, the pilot fumbled with his control yoke, sending a hail of bullets Cecilia's way. She immediately pulled back on her throttle, wheels churning her machine backwards and behind an abandoned hotel. 

	"We've got a runner," she groaned. "Kat, looks like you're in a position to intercept." Cecilia looked at her C3 monitor, judging the intersection between the mook's path and Kat's line of sight. She traced a finger on the touchscreen and shot Kat the data. "If you fire now, you can hit him as he crosses the open!"

	Turning back to the commotion on her right, Cecilia used Maxwell's distraction to pop another shot at a thug from behind. The round hit the FRAME square in the back, sending it careening into the side of a complex. The metal spalls and shrapnel had no doubt done their grisly work inside the cockpit.