[color=00a651]"Like it? Custom made. She's got-"[/color] If she got him talking about his work, he'd go on for hours. Or at least until a bullet whizzed past the car. As the blue-haired beauty got into the car, he agreed with her sentiment. Introductions were for when they weren't getting shot at. 

[color=00a651]"Right. I'll cover us.[/color] Marco said, rolling down the window. He twisted his body, readying his gauntlet to rain hellfire down on any pursuers. He heard someone talking next to him, and at first, he thought that the bespectacled girl next to him was calling him Melvin.

"Is this the time?" He asked her, glancing over his shoulder. She was turning on the drone. Or, if the drool was anything to go by, the drone was turning her on. He looked away, not wanting to break his concentration. 

[color=00a651]"Alright babe, you've got this."[/color] He whispered, softly kissing the knuckle of his gauntlet before firing another round. And another, and another. Dust clouded the streets as he laid waste to his pursuers. At the same time, the drones that had been pursuing them fell from the sky. And then they were followed by a ship.

[color=00a651]"Did...Did you do that? That was incredible."[/color] He asked SIGINT. They were speeding right towards the site. His face cracked into a wicked grin. They screeched to a halt in front of the warehouse.

[color=00a651]"You're speaking my language."[/color] He said to Diane, slotting a new magazine into his launcher. He unbuckled his seatbelt, before scrambling into the driver's seat. The police and the smugglers were going to war, and they were sandwiched in the middle. But nothing has changed. For all of his life, there had only been one way out. The only way out was up.

[color=00a651]"Gigs, hold on tight."[/color] He said, turning the ignition and flooring it. [color=00a651]"'Cause I don't know how to drive."[/color] A mercenary collided with the car, body rolling over the windshield as Marco stuck his arm out the window. An explosion tore through the warehouse door, and he plowed through it, metal screeching as the car ripped through the rubble, the ship in view. Marco opened the door, feet hitting the concrete floor beneath them.

[color=00a651]"...I don't suppose any of us is a pilot?"[/color] He asked, before launching a smoke grenade through the door, obscuring the only way inside. He grabbed a handful of high explosives from his pocket and threw them near the door. They didn't explode, though. His finger hovering over the button on his gauntlet, as soon as they're pursuers came through they'd be in for a nasty surprise.