Marco ran someone over and Giggles aimed reflexively, relaxed his trigger finger when he saw the rolling body's outfit. Not a cop. Not worth shooting.

But Marco very nearly was. Something exploded and Giggles banged his head against the car roof as he braced.

[i][color=darkkhaki]fuck-[/color][/i] was all that managed to pass through his head as shrapnel and boiling spatters peppered his jacket and hair. They drove over the fallen roller door at speed, knocking Giggles's skull against the car as its suspension bore the worst of the reckless maneouvre.

Giggles leapt into the smokescreen with clenched teeth and dragged his fist across his face, taking a sticky globule of hot liquid with it. [color=darkkhaki]"[i]Never[/i] again,"[/color] he hissed in the direction of Marco's voice, bitterly regretting the loss of his ophan.

He couldn't see through the smoke the way Diana could, but he could hear skirmish and heavy lifting. The back cross-bar had come loose with his weight, and without thinking too hard, Giggles tore it off with a grunt. He had a plan for this car that involved never seeing it again.

The nerd was struggling. Giggles stepped through the smoke to yank her down by an ankle. They'd come this far and he wasn't about to lose her to shell-shock, or whatever was wrong with her. When SIGINT was clear of the car Giggles leaned into the front, turned the key, and quickly jammed the crossbar between the driver's seat and the accelerator.

It veered off into the smoke and out towards the firefight.

[color=darkkhaki]"Okay let's go,"[/color] he said in SIGINT's direction but not exactly to her, pulling her up by a wrist. Colin had found a way into the hold other than the ramp and he didn't want to miss that chance even if it meant dragging her along the cement. [color=darkkhaki]"Move it, go, c'mon, go, go, move! Trauma counselling later."[/color]