Several times Colin and Hound were almost bounced out of the back of the car. He clung to the durable stain proof interior with all his might, praying that the gunfire would stop. For a brief moment it did as all the combatants witnessed a frigate pass by over head. She was unmarked, and crashing through a biosynth warehouse. As the convoy rolled on Diana and Marco directed their traffic toward the frigate. Colin could see the crew of the frigate setting up positions and firing on the mercs and police that were following them. Colin yelled, [color=f7941d]" Thermo-Fucking-Dynamics, lets take the heat off us by putting it on them."[/color] With luck, the team could put these 3 forces against each other while they slipped away in the frigate. 

Thrilled with his shot at finally getting on a ship, Colin almost didn't see the chunks of metal that flew past him as the car rammed through the warehouse doors. He tried to duck under the cars roof but the rough terrain finally bucked him loose. As the car screeched to a halt inside the warehouse, Colin bounced and rolled along the hard concrete floor. For a moment he laid groaning, wind knocked from his lungs, dizzy and disoriented from his turbulent roll. The bitter taste of copper filling his mouth. Without hesitation, Hound was out of the trunk and at his side. Titanium teeth gripped the back of Colin's jacket, as Hound dragged him back to the cover of the bullet riddled vehicle. Once there, Hound gave a quick sniff over for blood. Colin shooed him away [color=f7941d]" I'm fine, I'm fine, quit your doting. That's a good lad Hound. Now go."[/color] Hound took off at top speed, running all over the warehouse looking for  threats.

[color=00a651]"...I don't suppose any of us is a pilot?"[/color]

Coughing, Colin pulled himself up onto the car door. He wiped blood from his mouth and eyed the frigate. She was unmarked, no allegiance to any corp or faction. The door to the hold was wide open as squat lifter bots unloaded the ships, no doubt, illegal cargo. The ships engine still purred as it idled a foot or so off the ground, dust and loose papers swirled under her thrusters. [color=f7941d]" Aye, She's taking some damage but I can get us out of here no problem. Just get your arses in there and buckled in."[/color] 

Fire was exchanged as the crew made their way to the frigate. With bruised ribs Colin lurched to the trunk to grab his rucksack and what few tools he had on him. Sparks singed his whiskers as a stray shot bounced off the vehicle. Like a deer and headlights, Colin turned to one of the smugglers as he ran down a staircase, handgun drawn on Colin. He was yelling something in a broken combination of English and Trystian. Colin saw Hound rounding the corner of the vehicle, coming back from strafing the bots. Colin turned full on the smuggler, [color=f7941d]" Watch, were your aiming that bloody thing you wank ass gobshite."[/color] He just had to hold the mans attention so he wouldn't notices Hounds silent charge. The man pulled the trigger as Hound's titanium teeth tore threw his outstretched forearm, pushing the shot wide. Colin heard every last bit of the bullet as it whizzed past his head. Smuggler and dog tumbled to the floor, Hound still firmly clamped on his his forearm. More shots rang out as Hound, ripped and shredded his gun arm. Colin ran in and brought the Forced Entry tool to bear, sledge-wise upside the prone mans head. He now lay still, save for Hounds continued thrashing.[color=f7941d]" Release."[/color] barked Colin and Hound relented, looking up with a happy bloody maw. [color=f7941d]" You're a mess sweet boyo. Come on lets get you cleaned up. To ship."[/color] 

Together they crouch-ran to the ship, following the others. Working their way through the hold to the controls.