[color=8dc73f][b]Thrud[/b][/color][hr]
Blood, and the smell of spent casing filled the air.

Each shot of her rifle blew through solid wall, making taking cover a meaningless gesture. The security detail was the first to go, mistakenly thinking cover that would normally shield them from bullets, would protect them from it. Thrud had not loaded her 20mm rifle with anything special, just normal lead shells in steel cases, but still it tore through most material with the sheer force of it's impact.

There were already a few holes in her jumpsuit, most impacting her on the plates, while the rest hit her more durable limbs. Her shield acted as a mobile cover, angled against gunfire for better effect, but she knew this wouldn't continue long. Heavier response units would soon be underway, and they would usually have heavier gear than she has. 

The truck having taken some damage, those still left understandably abandoned it almost immediately, seeking better positions instead of keeping closer to the truck. Almost in sync, all of them received a small blip on their comms, notifying that their work was done.

Without their main getaway plan, the large group of mercs inevitably split off into smaller groups, searching for alternative escape routes. Some tried to find alternate paths, like sewers and the likes, some went out guns blazing towards the streets to jack anything they find there, while Thrud followed a group towards a side alley, where everything was quieter. Perhaps it was by mere chance that this alley was quiet and abandoned, or perhaps it was that group of crazy punks on berzerkides still being in the zone and rampaging, not realizing their work was done. They certainly couldn't still be shooting up the place for the bonus on each named person's head, for they weren't actively pursuing anyone.

Either way, Thrud found the employee parkings, and jacked someone's ride. One that soon would be abandoned as they sped away without looking conspicuous.