As her head rose to show off her self-confidence, a heavy helmet pressed down atop it – her bodyguard not much caring for her attitude at that point and far too occupied with getting her out of the city alive.

“Javelin on the way! Take cover!” the voice of one of the lookouts screamed from across the large building, the man promptly jumping from the catwalks he had been perched on and slamming into the full boxes beneath – wasting no time in scampering away.

“REBECCA!” Fletcher boomed, his voice very clearly cutting through the hissing noise that began emanating from outside – the indication of a rocket on its way to strike the structure. The heavily armed woman threw down her gun and raised either arm high, her expression distorting as she concentrated everything she had on the point just above her head. The van they’d arrived in screeched as the wheels suddenly lurched into gear, dragging the heavy vehicle forwards and parking it once again at the woman’s side.

Troy grasped at the collar of Avery’s vest, yanking her along and literally throwing her inside the van like she had been the first time – the door slamming shut after the blonde got in after her, moving straight to the back and kicking it open to reveal the doors rolling open to give them an exit to the warehouse.

A large metal bulkhead had since formed over Rebecca’s head, the thick piece of material slamming down in place and making a tented shield of metal over the Foundation member’s heads. With that, she turned and limped into the van’s passenger seat, loading up her rifle and readying herself for the chase they’d most likely be a part of as soon as they escaped the Javelin rocket headed their way.

The hissing noise coming from outside of the large warehouse had been quickly growing in volume until finally it struck the top of the building – exploding in an instant and levelling the building around those inside. Fletcher shouted in pain as he was flung from his feet by the shockwave, his back crashing against the van’s side and rocking it roughly before he slumped against the ground. Groaning, he picked himself up and all but fell inside the van after opening the side door once again for himself. The exit had now fully opened and they could escape. Knocking his fist against the partition between the driver’s seat and the back of the van, he let the driver know that they were good to go now. Even though there were a few more members still littering the small area that survived the explosive start to the building’s collapse, they could not afford the extra weight now. The van pulled forwards quickly and once again it turned onto the street, starting towards their proper evacuation location.

“Man, they really want this chick dead.” Troy sighed, sitting himself down near the still open back door and checking to make certain his gun was still ready for firing, “Seems like trouble we could have avoided, if you ask me… Not that anyone is.”

Fletcher sighed harsher still, moving to Avery and checking for any injuries – completely apathetic towards her feelings on any of the events that had transpired within the past few moments. Confident she was okay, he shoved her head down with the helmet once again to make sure she kept low and moved to look out the back where Troy was stationed.
“Where’s their air support?” he queried, a grunt following once he heard the chopping of air overhead. The helicopter had apparently been right above them all this time.
“Right…” he began again, reaching upwards to turn on his communicator, “Rebecca. One bird above. I don’t care who’s flying it – take it down.” He ordered. Turning to face Avery once again, he gestured to the floor to once again remind her to keep herself as low as possible to avoid any stray gunshots or shrapnel. Mere seconds later, the unmistakable sound of a missile launching suddenly exploded from the front seat, where Rebecca had been sitting. The missile shot upwards, surging forwards until it struck the helicopter chasing the van and exploding into a splash of fire and metal pieces.