Angela had been well enough trained to gauge roughly how much damage all of her mortar-shells would do, should they be caught in a vortex-shield and flung back at her, it still did little to stop the trembling ouf her building as several of the rooms between her and the intended target became shredded and a chunk of debris flew inches from her face as she ducked and rolled to the relative cover of an interior wall, especially-reinforced with sandbags just for the occasion. [i]This was their home-turf, after-all.[/i]

Checking her data-comms for any friendly spectres in the area to cover her, she found none just as her cloaking field flickered and gave-out. That Vangaurd pilot was good, and not just some farmer with barely a hint of experiance that happened to fall into the cockpit at just the right time in the titan's development. Still, this pilot's aggression could be their undoing...

An explosive satchel was easy enough to hide amongst the sandbags she'd just used for cover, there would be only a few limited approaches to her escape-route, and plenty of oprotunity to divert away from her intended route should someone try to corner her.

Shotgun-out, she made her way, knowing that the pilot probably had a radar-lock on her... but probably wouldn't take much notice of any ordnance or muntions laying-around in just the right places... such as a rocket-launcher rigged to fire at a door once opened, or a satchel rigged to seal her escape when it was closed.

Evee was still some ways out, and wouldn't take long to tell her to target her own hiding-hole with mortar-shells to clear the roof of any parkour-experts with sniper-rifles. However, Evee was also closer to the fighting, and now was at risk of being a target herself.