[@Ryteb Pymeroce]

The captain had to sign to herself as Ryteb went off and did his own thing, like usual.  The kid can only be described as a homicidal terrorist and it was a complete mystery how he has been able to make it this long without getting imprisoned or shot.  Maybe it was just luck, or balls to the wall tenacity.  Whatever the case, if it kept a PDF response away from the building it was not something she could complain too much about.

And he set things on fire, which was a plus.

His attack splashed a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/27/78/15/2778157b8ee12fcf3fc8906d8594ee25.jpg]Grav Tank[/url] with fire.  They weren't expecting incendiaries and so it came as a bit of a shock to the surrounding military police.  A few of them were on fire, but the crowd that were simply flocking to the transports got it so much worse without their armor.  Kicking screaming rolling, or just falling over.

Still.  This kind of woke the tank up and the fire splashed off of its slanted hull.  Some damage, the plate catching on fire, but the tops and front were definitely their toughest angles.  These things were the problem.  Having targeting solutions they could be a problem for something as big as the Molotov, and they were all over the city.  Against his quick little skiff, only personal weapons would be his issue, seeing how little the thing was armored.

And thats what they did.  There was immediately radio of an airborne attack, though information aside from fire was more or less none existent.  Still, it caused all who heard the alarm to turn on their armor's deflectors.  Additional protection, though not by much.  Then shouldered their rifles and started blasting.  Lances of blue streaked through the air, chipping out pieces of the concrete buildings when their shots missed.

The explosion of course would cause the rest of the district to either look to the skies or panic, it was already a doomsday situation and a sudden attack sent the people into fleeing riots.  Slowing the response of the PDF further.
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[@Voltus_Ventus]

[color=yellow]"Rude isn't she?"[/color]  Said the oversized loader.

[color=lightblue]"It means she likes you."[/color]  Replied the captain.

Trying to give Skyldig an exact order honestly wasn't worth the effort.  She was good at what she did so honestly it a treat to watch her work.  A halo jump from the lower atmosphere.  If only everyone was that gutsy.

The rooftop was a series of elevated platforms, ladders stairs and airpads.  While there was a bay at every twenty floors or so, most of the rootop was dedicated to these lifts.  Possibly because the boardrooms and CEOs were located directly at the top.  No knowing if someone important was in the building or was already evacuated.

Still the rooftop had staff.  A technician quite confused at the sudden explosive appearance of someone from above was the first to feel her wrath and he didn't stand a chance.  The roof was populated by security personal and flight crews.  However it seemed that the building was big on security.  Each one of the security had padded armor and face concealing helmets, each armed with atleast a fire arm, though some rare few ones appeared to have sub machine guns.  

With the attack came those reaching for wrist mounted coms to try to alert the rest of security as others moved in.  Flight crews ran for.  A quick glance counted more than a dozen, with atleast eight guns bein raised to greet her.  She was in an elevated position on one of the airpads, with three others visible from her vantage point, the elevated anteana tower in the middle and the lifts located underneath each airpad.  Metal crates were strewn everywhere.  The message was right, company were trying to strip the building.

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Meanwhile the Molotov made its decent.  Below, there was a fire explosion and soon after, the rooftop, their insertion point would be a blood bath of bullets.  So far so good.  There was no flak, no rocket target lock.  Skyldig determined where the team would be dropping in.  She rolled out the carpet for them.