"Hahaha! Sorry, your call can't be completed as dialed!"

Suddenly, Deadalus' left shoulder lurched forward- he was sustaining heavier fire! It turned slightly, as if to give a dirty look to his assailant, and Albert grumbled to himself, "That was cheap, little punk-ass..." He didn't bother turning to retaliate; he also observed at least one of his allies were moving to respond. 

He turned forward again, sighted the fuel station, and continued. "Right- eyes on the prize- let's light this fire cracker." Deadalus proceed to crash in a straight line, kicked his way through every vehicle and structure in his path. "Let's see, anything else I can throw at the damn thing?" Times like this he reconsidered the wisdom of declining weapons upgrades... At least a tweaked rivet gun, he thought, or something mounted over a shoulder?

Albert didn't ignore anything else on his visuals and audio, of course. Scowling to himself, he was unmoved by the screams as bitter memories flashed in his mind. "...They've brought it on themselves..."