Kade nodded impatiently as the mercenary geared up. Grex and his men withdrew from the bar, sensibley realising that a blood bath might result if they refused to comply with Janna's demand to leave. Men like Grex didn't have a moral objection to blood baths of course, provided they were on the winning side. They might be forced to leave, but it was unlikely they had gone far and it was certain that he had called for back up.

It was natural for spies and other covert operators to default to subterfuge and deceipt, but their were times, like now, when there was no substitute for firepower. The mercenary finished belting on her gear. Suddenly Kade felt decidedly under equiped in her nondescript dark clothing and concealable pistol.

"We need to get moving before they can bring in more men to lock the place down," Kade began, unconsciously switching into the tone she had used when briefing strike teams with the Tee-Sees. 

"Thanks to your handywork back there Id estimate they have no more than a squad outside," she went on. It might be more like a half squad, but there was no point in assuming the enemy was incompetent. Men like Grex didn't get to their positions by way of incompetence.

"Once we break through the perimeter, we can go to ground in Undertown and get the lay of the land, It will be too obvious that we would head for the spaceport," she explained. They moved to the rear exit behind the bar. The flow of conversation was starting back up when they headed back into the main bar. Kade knelt beside the thug whom her new friend had shot through the eye and stripped him of his chest plate, a sub machine gun and a pair of grenades of unknown function. She opted to leave the helmet given the amount of brain matter splattered across the inside of it. Other enterprising mercs were already starting to strip the dead Cartel soldiers, a pair of them were even tossing one of the corpses into the garbage recycler.

Kade glanced out the back door and took stock. The rear entrance opened onto an alley that bent in an long L shape. Dillapadated habs loomed over one side and associated detritus lay in the street. 

"There is one at the end of the alley behind that low wall," she told the mercenary, "another on the catwalk the other way, both covering the door."