The poor bastards talking to her hadn’t even made it halfway through explaining the route, coincidentally almost the same one they’d taken to get to the slum, when two figures ran across the road and shots rang out, all of the guards she could see turning their heads toward the source of the gunfire as the two helpful ones dropped like ripe apples, their two buddies standing around uselessly turning to fire back, not even bothering with cover. So far everything went exactly as she hoped. The Russian started backing up toward the MAN, drawing her weapon as she went and sent two rounds into the upper back of the closest gunman, the man dropping his Simonov as he did his best impression of a falling jenga tower. Two shots behind them let the tanker guards know just how bad they’ve been had, and the survivors wisely chose to make for the nearest vehicles, garbage bins or whatever would at least hide them from this unprovoked attack, not all of them making it on account of Sean, Hayden and the general confusion.

Yekaterina did the same and retreated fully behind the right side of the truck, sparing a round for each of the men Sean shot at the start of the firefight to make sure their ticket to the afterlife’s been punched as she rounded the cab. Taking care to stand beside the front wheel so nobody could get smart and shoot her in the legs, she allowed herself a second to take stock of the situation. Four rounds expended, and the fighting was contained to the left side of the truck, at least for now. She tried the passenger door with her left hand - locked. Naturally, why wouldn’t it be? She heard a call from the other side.  “Wait, I’m on the other side of the truck!” She quickly yelled in response to Hayden’s warning to Sean. With the gunmen now definitely aware she was there, Yekaterina didn’t want to chance leaning out of her cover, but the gunfire had stopped for a moment. She took advantage of the brief pause in shooting to reach up and tilt one of the truck’s mirrors, allowing her to see what was on the truck’s 10 and 11 o’clock without leaving cover. What she saw was several men not resisting, one even raising his hands. She leaned out from around the truck and took aim at the nearest guard, Hayden’s challenges in English echoed by her now clean, if accented German just in case some would find it easier to understand.

And then all Hell broke loose, stuck on full auto. The stereotypical discipline and humanity of the west gone out the window. At that moment, Hayden looked more like what the average Russian thought an average American thought an average Russian was like. But for the time being at least, they were in the clear. “Everyone else alright?” She called out to the lads, turning to Hayden and speaking in Russian in a curious tone. [i]“Are you sure you’re not from Moscow?”[/i] before switching back to English, “Try being a bit more economical with ammo though, we’re still on a tight budget.” She removed the refueling hose from their truck and screwed the filler cap back on, noting the tank was mostly full, then grabbed an SKS from one of the dead men and put a round through each of the accompanying tanker’s front tires. More good news came when she spotted Bethan, who managed to catch the fleeing driver. “Great. Let’s get him to cough up the keys and then shove him in the cab, I’ll slow down by the Caddy so one of you sitting in the bed can get off and grab it.” she called over as she finished rummaging through the dead, looking for 9 mil and 7,62x39 for the SKS before jogging over. She quickly went through the driver’s pockets, eventually finding a set of keys. “If someone follows, do what Hayden just did, seems to work.” She quipped as she went to try to get the truck up and running, ”And grab that samovar Hayden just emptied, too, no point leaving it behind. Could someone find out what’s in the back so weI know how careful we have to be with this thing?”