[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mCd9sOE7M4&list=PLb0ODqLpvWAdYB3heGEkNcdRXy5AzLjQq&index=17]Cyrus[/url] kept tabs on Cari below him, hidden from all by his active camouflage. He sprinted over rooftops as Cari moved below him. When she came to her destination, he slid down the roof of a large residential building. Small spikes ejected from his heels and planted themselves into the roof, stopping his momentum and allowing him to settle against the roof. He set up shop and got comfortable. Looking through the scope, he watched as Cari took down soldiers at short range through the booms of the Anti-air cannon as it attacked the Dusicyon. 

He snapped his scope around the battlefield, marking several targets on his HUD. There were many on the rooftops and on the ground, most of which carried heavy assault weaponry in addition to the heavy assault armor they wore. Each was a walking sentry that was there only to protect the only thing that kept the city safe from other pirate clans. Today, they would fail their one job.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to focus for a moment before zeroing in on some poor unsuspecting fool's head, Cyrus fired when the AA cannon did, hiding both the sound of the powerful rifle going off and the explosion of the guard's skull as the explosive tipped bullet made short work of his helmet. He had but a few seconds to set up the next shot and just got it off as the cannon fired off its next volley. This time, the guard took the round in the chest and sprawled on the ground with most of his chest cavity splattered all over the place.

Cyrus shifted positions then to get a better angle on the next few guards, taking his time in eliminating them all. He was thorough and precise in the work he loved so much. The shot of dopamine he gets every time he kills some half baked pirate scum was half the reason why he took this job. He didn't enjoy killing innocents but these people were murderers and rapists and deserved every bullet. Every one that fell meant his business would get more profitable and business was devilishly good...even with how good at conducting business he was, he tended to make mistakes quite a bit when he's under pressure...like now.

He had enjoyed himself a bit too much and he downed a guard while the AA was reloading. The sound of the shot echoed throughout the yard and the last of the regiment there looked straight up to where he was and pointed their guns. 

[b]"Ah shit."[/b] he cursed as his boots unhooked and he slipped the rest of the way down to the edge and jumping off just as the bullets started to fly. As he landed, with a thud that is, the alarms started to sound and the rest of the area was alerted to his shenanigans, as well as the rest of the ground team. [b]"Oh this is going splendid! Best assault ever! Good job Cyrus! You dun fucked up!"[/b] He sprinted for cover and let his rifle fall to his back via the magnet before reaching for his revolver. He stayed cloaked but now that they were looking for them it wouldn't be easy to hide.