[color=7b8973][h3]SPC "Mikey" Rangel[/h3][hr][/color][hr]She barely had time to drop the grenade launcher before Nil's first pair of shots went off, bathing the deck of the carrier in fire. [color=7b8973]"Jesus CHRIST![/color]. The general conflagration she'd hoped to avoid seemed to have started right away; through the smoke she couldn't tell what had set it going, but that really wasn't all that relevant at the moment.

A voice came from over her shoulder, and Mikey took a startled pair of steps forward until she recognized it as Callie's. 

[color=7b8973]"Fuck!"[/color] she hissed, with the anger that comes from being caught by surprise. [color=7b8973]"Threat from our own arms?! What does tha-"[/color]

Before she could finish her sentence, a third staff came flying out of the smoke. It smashed into the side of the bridge, leaving an ugly scar on the steel wall. The strike didn't come anywhere close to hitting Mikey, but she was already off balance, and the impact was enough to make her lose her footing and tumble off the side of the carrier's command tower. 

Her world became a whirl of color and noise--for a terrifying second she couldn't make any sense of it, but acting on instinct she extended her hands and Angel Duster came to her call. Looking down the weapon's simple iron sights steadied her (in a way she wouldn't care to think about later), and [b][i]crack[/i][/b] she found herself rolling to her feet on the carrier's deck, thrown clear of the fire and the smoke.

Mikey ducked behind a nearby crate, taking a moment to get her bearings. Her hands began to shake just a little, as did her breath. [color=7b8973][i]Good news, didn't fall to my death. Bad news--[/i][/color] She peeked over the crate and saw the wall of smoke--white and black mingling together--between her and the rest of the task force. [color=7b8973][i]--no backup.[/i][/color]  

She had choices to make, and presumably very little time to make them. Going through the smoke was a no-go--the chances of shooting herself out of the frying pan and into the quite literal fire were too high. From her current position she couldn't get a clean shot back up to the vantage point she'd intended to use, and even if she broke cover to try it, damage control crews were swarming all over it, so her chances of getting spotted were high.

Then, like water poured on the ash of her hope, she saw the shapes of Wu Shufen and his squad emerge from the smoke. They mostly had their backs to her--still focused on the potential threat from the [color=7b8973][i][s]actually dangerous[/s][/i][/color] more visible members of the task force--but they were falling back with discipline, and they would definitely spot her in no more than a few moments.

Mikey gripped the wood of her Arm so hard her knuckles went white, turned to move further down the deck, and found herself looking into the eyes of a PLA soldier no more than a few yards away.

The soldier didn't have his sidearm drawn, but he wasted no time reaching for it. Mikey didn't give him the chance--Angel Duster fired three times, as fast as she could pull the trigger, and a spray of blood came from the soldier's unarmored shoulder. Then she spun around, aiming the carbine over the crate she had just been hiding behind, and found one of the ambushing soldiers, now turning to see where the gunfire was coming from.

Angel Duster might be able to bend space like a pool toy, but it fired what were still just .30 carbine rounds. There was no real chance of a small round like that piercing anyone's body armor at distance. The 12 gauge slug that came from the shortened shotgun Mikey had on her sling was a different story--especially fired directly into center mass, from where she had fallen at his feet.

Mikey yanked her finger off the trigger as she rolled to one side, brought up her Noble Arm, and shot herself past another one of the soldiers. He flinched at the gunfire, giving her the opportunity to plug him in the back, and then she shot herself again across the deck, looking to hide behind a still-parked jet.

[color=7b8973][i]What the fuuuuuuck am I doing?!?[/i][/color]

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