[center]Central Apartment Complex[/center]

[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/27357/posts/ooc?page=1#post-817398]Junko Heizen[/url][/center]

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Bullets came from the opposite side of the hall, splattering everywhere and hitting nothing. It was that man she almost shot for an enemy before. Perfect, another person to throw bullets at the enemy. Another gun was another gun, regardless of competence, and he could just make the difference, even if he was just serving as bait while she lined up a shot.

She exhaled, pausing a moment as she lined up a shot down the corridor. A third head popped out of the hole, his mechanical eye meeting her gaze like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. Vladimir jerked backwards as she pulled the trigger, ejecting the spent bullet case with a soft ting. Mr Rabbit went down his hole, perhaps expecting her to shoot, or just by pure reflex, avoiding her shot. And if she wasn't mistaken, he had some sort of implants on him. 

Another shot, Vladimir again barking out another piece of metal, this time tearing into the armored man's knees. He would have been very troublesome, until he took a bullet to the knee. He was still armed however, and she had no desire to waltz in front of someone still capable of shooting his gun. 

With her magazine spent, she ducked back into the room, ejecting the spent magazine as she did so. There was a droning sound coming from somewhere south of them, but she can't really tell what it was. Evac choppers? Enemy reinforcements? The brass parade? Not that she had the time or luxury to think about such things with U-Arms down the corridor. 

Jenive's voice came through the radio, sounding a bit... pained. Was she caught in the first barrage of fire? 

"Me, Matthew, Junko, and our mystery woman friend can cover Abimael's escape. Kai can help Kiku and Abimael out before U-ARM gets to do whatever it is they're planning." Junko could clearly hear her breathing heavily through the radio.

Her magazine slipped into place with a soft click. Having reloaded her gun, she picked up the chainsword and shoved it through her rear pouch's straps, using it as a makeshift harness for the weapon. Not exactly ideal, but it does free her hands for her rifle.

"Once you are all out of there, I can get Junko to safety with my jet pack, and our... Mystery woman... Has her own. Ready..."

"Ready."

Junko ducked out of the doorframe again, training her sights down the corridor, ready to shoot anything that looks even slightly threatening, be it an arm or another leg, from where she saw the armored U-Arm soldier limped into.