And with that, Sean gave a gentle rev as the four-cylinder diesel chugged, the sight of skinnies beyond the gate making it clear they needed to get the fuck out, the Ulsterman pulling out and now moving.
"Get in!" Sean called out, hoping the team would take the rev as a note enough, right behind them out of the compound after the turn. The Welshwoman of the two lept into the rear of the bed, using the tailgate as a platform, grabbing a bullbar near the front to help hoist her in, raising her FNC and covering the rear angle, knowing that Hayden, as reluctant as he was, would take that bait.
"Yekatarina, time to go!" She called across to the Russian, offering a hand, and with that, hoping she'd take it. Sean had no premonitions. As soon as they were in, they were going to be out.

Bethan in the back looked across at Hayden and Yekatarina, and then on at the zombie-like mass of people coming down the road. Fuck, it seemed like a wave, people after people, they could fire into it but there'd be no doubt they'd be twice as dead if they did. She didn't like this. Thankfully, they were going the other way, and buying at least a little time.

The roads were shit, but Sean headed north-east, the dusty night streets hard to navigate with rubble, bricks and all sorts of shite all over the road, the mixed feeling of desperation, exhaustion and need fuelling him perhaps. But it was coming up, and with a rough sketch of where to go, and what to do. The road north at least led them to the outskirts, and into another slum, the houses becoming more scattered but plenty of skinnies everywhere. Sean did not let up, hitting a bump hard and turning, the entire frame of the truck feeling like it leant as Bethan had to hold to the side, yelling a comforting "Shit!" in response. The guy was driving like he'd stolen it, and in fairness, making ground. The night sky was filling occasionally with tracer fire, and the scene was etheral...and all too familiar. A hellhole in the night, and the darkness that filled the roads were only pierced by the dusted lights of the Hilux, keeping things in view.

The cross-over of a railway line threw the Hilux up again, the suspension creaking like it was about to pop, or perhaps just showing it's age. No matter what, Sean didn't let up, throwing it into a lower gear as the rear end skidded out onto the snap of tarmac once again, the intermittent movement of civies, and a few militants a blur. They were making good time, and anyone trying to stop them knew they looked as likely to be fleeing as they were going into the fight. Not worth expending rounds, given right now in this dark chances were nobody knew who was friendly or foe. Something to remember for themselves, Sean thought to himself, as he kept it back on track.

"Skinnies front!" Sean yelled, the sight of a small ramshackle checkpoint ahead making a fight or flight decision easy- it was flight. They had no reason to stop. If they had an RPG, they were fucking dead if they stopped. If they didn't, rounds were a hell of a lot more accurate in return, and they currently didn't have much apart from being a target that would be a waste of rounds. At least, that was the logic, until the rounds did fly, and Sean hoped the others would be able to get a drive-by on.

And that was what Bethan did, watching as Sean took the route around the ramshackle stop, Bethan blasting rounds back, a couple bullets slapping into the bed barely far away from the two of them, but the rounds were at least making the point clear that they had places to be.
"Fucking hell! Sean, how far?" Bethan yelled into the front, Sean giving a wry shrug, Bethan only fucked off that they were nearly getting killed over what felt like the third suicide mission of the day. A record, all things considered.

And Sean didn't know entirely. They had distance to cover, but the city was getting built up again, the suburbs were coming in close and they were covering distance. A couple of blocks in, and it felt about right to stop here. They'd taken their detour around and well, lived to fight another day. From here, they'd have to go on foot, and while Sean felt his Evasive Driving training had paid off, he knew even he wanted to be sick.

Pulling off to the side, Sean spotted a small alleyway and pulled in, noticing relatively little activity, going between a couple of buildings. A brick alcove seemed as good as an idea as any, turning around a thee-pointer in the alley and backing it into a small opening, so tight one side of the pickup scraped against it, and kept it out of sight, out of mind. Getting it out would be fun...and it wasn't going to be out of the driver's side, Sean reasoned, clambering through the passenger exit, FAL back in hand.

"That your idea of keeping a low profile? Jesus, how are we not dead?" Bethan's reaction said it all, the look of someone who was fairly surprised it hadn't all gone totally tits up.
"Like I said, getaway driving never gets old. This thing is WAY better than the Land Rovers we had." Bethan couldn't hold back a chuckle, hopping the tailgate, passing a hand to Yekatarina to drop down, walking out of the alcove and checking quarters, looking back.
"Sean, how you sure this thing is gonna leave, if it don't get stolen?"
"Well, that is a chance we're just gonna have to take. Unless we find some nicer wheels at Melani's. Which, given she's a bloodthirsty animal, unlikely." Sean added, looking across to Hayden and Yekatarina, then back at their way in.

"Best we get the fuck out of here. I put us two blocks east, give or take." Sean retorted, slapping a mag into the FAL, ready to go and aware they were now in the lion's den.