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[hr][b][code]Zun - Airport[/code][/b][hr]

[i][color=DarkOrange]'Getting sick of these guys...'[/color][/i]

Voyt had been pinned down effectively by the firing squad of these.... Mercenaries? Soldiers? The distinction didn't matter much to Voyt beyond that everytime he took out one of them another moved in to keep up the constant volley of suppression fire. They operated with a cold efficiency Voyt himself would instil under the circumstances but it was currently making it difficult for him to vacate without resorting to extreme measures to break through their defences. He was more than confident he could take out every last one of them but his methods for such were considerably louder and he was so close to the main hall of the airport, if he were to burst his way to the outside it ran a large risk of any potential crowds outside to focus their attention on him, a wanted man. 

Cursing under his breath, Voyt fired against the wall in front of him, ricocheting his shots behind his cover and back at his attackers, hearing the sounds of the attackers crying out and hitting the floor, followed by the boots of their comrades moving up and taking their place as the onslaught of machine gun fire continued.

[i][color=DarkOrange]'Have to find an opening. Pick my moment. Find a way out of this place in the chaos.'[/color][/i]

The gunslinger moved from cover and began firing. He'd force an opening without blowing his way out and using this attack to conceal himself from any potential witn-

[i]vrooooooooooooooooooom...[/i]

[i][color=DarkOrange]'Goddammit.'[/color][/i]

Jill charged her motorcycle straight through the firing line right as Voyt moved from cover to engage his attackers. The men in black armour barely had time to fire on the Gunslinger before leaping for safety or being bowled over outright by Jill and her overly elaborate bike. In any other situation he would have made off and left Jill to fend off against the attackers herself but she'd quite clearly already saw him, braking her motorcycle close to Voyt after effectively dismantling the row of soldiers. She looked him up and down more with confusion than her usual haughty sneer.

[color=cyan]"Voyt? What the hell are you doing here?!"[/color]

[i][color=DarkOrange]'hrn.'[/color][/i]

[color=DarkOrange]"Vacation."[/color] Voyt replied, reaching into the bag around his shoulder and pulling out his mask, hardly seemed to matter about keeping a low profile now but at least he wouldn't give that robot hovering around Jill the satisfaction of recording much of his face for the show.

[color=DarkOrange]"Not sure exactly what's happening here. Also not planning to leave in your custody."[/color]

The sounds of boots hitting the tiled floor broke the confrontation between the Rider and the Outlaw. A larger strike force of the men in black armour entered down the hall, clearly done with talking as the one in front made a motion with his hand and they lifted their rifles in unison.

[color=DarkOrange]"Though I think that can wait right now."[/color] Voyt said, raising his own weapons and beginning to fire, shooting with such inhuman speed and accuracy he was effectively shooting their rounds out of the sky. There were too many and they remained too coordinated to do much beyond standstill them doing this, but it kept him from any potential harm.

Things were muddled now, the plan had changed. He knew Jill wouldn't be one to let him leave unopposed but he also knew she wasn't liable to just leave the airport in the hands of whoever these people were and the lives they'd already claimed. The only plan Voyt had at present was to get Jill to engage these attackers and remove himself from the premises while she was distracted.