Anya doesn't reply to Lucca, instead she just rolls her eyes. [color=pink][b]"Where all looking for the girl on TV. Duh."[/b][/color] she replies to Marco.
Next she decides to see how her friend on the other side was doing.

[color=pink][b]"Signal! I'm comin in fast, can you raise that bridge!?...

God dammit! Leave it to me, just keep trying ok, I'll sort out the mechanical issue, you take care of any override sensors. Oh and don't be standing on the city side when it goes up."[/b][/color] 

Anya prepared herself as they quickly approached the double-leaf  bascule type bridge. Only moments ago she had been firing down upon it. She was sure the bodies would still be there.
Anya shuffled in her tight spot on the bike, kneeing Lucca in the back and nearly pushing Marco off. Then she brought herself to her feet. Now standing it took all her balance to stay on. Holding onto Lucca's shoulders she whispers in his ear as they line up to cross the bridge.
[color=pink][b]"Change of plans, keep it straight, very straight, exactly where it is."[/b][/color] 

Without looking at him, with her arse in his face, Anya swings her suitcase into Marco's lap. 
[color=pink][b]"Hold this and keep the cover coming. They haven't given up yet!"[/b][/color] 

With a flick of her arm a blade appears in her hand. A sharp squeeze of it sees her hand fill with blood. As the bike tore across the bridge Anya noticed all sorts of people sprawled across it. There were bodies, moving and still. Sigint was alive and taking cover near the ledge.

It was then a stray bullet grazed Anya's shoulder. The impact nearly sent her off the bike. Twisting, she reached out for stability finding a handful of someone's hair. 
Regaining her balance they had nearly crossed the bridge when she suddenly leapt off the speeding vehicle. 

The blade shot from her hand, a trailing of rope following behind it. Anya jerked in the air as her momentum was suddenly diverted by the rope and dart, stuck in an upright. It put a heavy strain on both of Anya's tired arms as she swung sideways almost vertically. At the end of her swing she let go and hit the ground hard with a clumsy roll. She didn't have time for anything else. The AV was still surely still behind them. But she was at her target.

She couldn't un-gum up the motor, not in time, but she could free it from the burden of the chain. Thinking fast and moving even faster, Anya jams a small explosive into the links, she detonates it before she was even clear and is sent sprawling to the floor from the concussive force.

But it worked, the chain snapped and fell apart. With no tension it just fell off, freeing up all the other gears. They spun freely going nowhere, not on this side anyway. Now that the motors were spinning on this side they also spun on the other side. The bridge began to lift.