[color=cyan]“Iosef, you alright?”[/color] Tanya's voice quickly caught Iosif's earshot, a surprising level of concern in her voice, [color=cyan]“Hang in there, we’ll get you patched up. How bad is it?”[/color] It was appreciated nonetheless, [color=SteelBlue]"A scratch from the batarians,"[/color] he finally answered through clenched teeth, hoping that the medi-gel's local anaesthesiac would kick in soon, [color=SteelBlue]"I'll live."[/color] Judging by the heavy chugging of the turret sounding off from just a few feet behind the driver's compartment, it seemed she'd already got to work on evening the score with those four-eyed bastards - now it was on [i]him[/i] to get things moving.

But his attempts to jumpstart the engine weren't without interruption; gunfire rattling against the technical was distraction enough, but the sudden thud of another, heavier impact against the car's plating made this situation even nastier. [color=cyan]“Fucking hell!”[/color] he heard her exclaim, her bursts of heavy fire interrupted this time. Luckily, he recognised Tonka's voice shortly afterwards and realised that the krogan had dealt with the sniper, much to his relief. But, then...

Amidst the heard that all-too-familiar whistle of a projectile that could've come from only one thing. [i]Fuck![/i] Jerking towards the direction of the whistle, he saw the rocket move past his line of sight before exploding upon impact - followed shortly afterwards by the words of an agitated krogan. [color=39b54a]“Tonka to all signs, I lost my vantage point. Advancing on foot to share a few words with the pyjaak with the anti-armour weaponry. Iosef, recommend you get that pile of bolts and rust moving, or you’ll be picking shrapnel out of your ass for the next three weeks.”[/color] It was respite, albeit brief; it was clear they'd be the next target unless they got this ride going. 

This time, Iosif pushed the truck's ignition system hard, tuning out all other distractions as best as he could in a shit-stick situation like this. After a few more moments, the truck finally roared to life with an audible groan, just as yet another passenger stowed in for the ride - Serena, who seemed like she was just as urgent to get out of here. [color=hotpink]"Iosif, buddy, how is it going? You heard Tonka, right? And we're getting ready to go right now, right? Because being blown up is very low on my list of 'things to do on first mission.'[/color] Not one to disagree with her, he threw the truck into motion, weaving in and out of the yard in an effort to throw the bastards off. [color=SteelBlue]"Hold tight! Tanya, lay some suppressive down - focus on that AA if you can!"[/color]