Sayeeda raced past Neil and into the broad alleyway that held the hangar door. One side of the alley was lined with what might have been storage units or small increments of warehouse space seperated off from the street by long roller doors of extruded metal. There was no foot traffic save for a large air cushioned delivery sled parked infront of one of the hangar access doors. The vehicle was open topped and empty so Junebug ignored it. A figure in dark black fatigues crouched in the door way but he was looking back over his shoulder rather than towards the mouth of the alley where Junebug and her friends were approaching.

Unslinging her submachine gun she sprinted down the alley, shifting her gait slightly so that she ran almost silently on the tips of her toes in long bounding strides. THe trick wouldn't have worked if she was wearing her armor but given the likelyhood she would be shot in the next few minutes she wasn't sure it was worth the trade of. Hoping that Neil had enough sense to follow and Taya had enough sense not to she closed the distance at a full sprint. The crouching figure, alerted by some sound of her approach or just turning his attention back to his proper bussiness at last, looked around at the last second. He had enough time to open his mouth before Junebug bought the butt of her weapon down hard on the top of his skull. The man slumped like a poleaxed ox but she was through the door before his body hit the ground. 

The inside of the highlanders hangar was much like any Junebug had seen. Crates of supplies and tools lay wherever was convient interspersed with hydraulic lifters, fuel lines and electrical hook ups of all sorts. A fusion bottle, meant to replace the one in the jeep which Neil had convereted into an improvised bomb, lay on a pallet jack nearby. A dozen figures stood in the hangar. A pair of men in black body armor were affixing something to the main hatch that looked alot like a millitary grade intrusion box. Three or more figures in similar gear were in good positions around the hangar, clearly guarding team working the intrusion gear. The rest of the group maybe more like eight now that she had a chance to process the data wore black fatigues similar to the guard she had just clocked. All of them carried automatic weapons.

Carreming through the door Junebug crashed into a black clad enemy the check sending him sprawling across the floor. She put two shots into him and let the recoil of the weapon lift the barrel. Crack! Crack! the next to shots hit one of the men attempting to affix the box to the hatch, the first hitting him in the spine and snapping his head back before the second blew the back of his skull in wrapping his helmet against the hull of the highlander with a concussive clan that rivaled the submachinegun. 

The hangar exploded into action, several weapons blazed at once although none of them had yet had time to take up a proper site picture and the metal walls of the hanger rang with ricochets. The figures in body armor flung themselves behind whatever cover was available. Taking the hint Junebug dived sideways sliding across the smooth concrete and rolling into cover behind a crate of vacumn rated tools the size of a large refridgerator. Gunfire roared around her as the confused mass of intruders opened fire.

"Taya! Don't come in, we need as big a distraction as you can give us!" Junebug yelled over the clang of slugs smashing into the container. She lifted her gun and fired a blind burst in the direction of the Highlanders hatch, although without real hope of hitting anything. She didn't pack grenades in her breakfast outfit, mores the pity, and she needed to draw fire away from the door. 

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