The Seeker reeled back in pain, grabbing at it's neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It stumbled repeatedly as Aria's cry for cover fire was met. Though only a few rounds slipped between the hulking beasts' armored plates, it was enough to continue its stumble. Slowly the fire ceased as the girls stopped to reload. The Seeker roared back, hulking over the girls with a mighty roar, towering at nearly twice their size. The Seeker lowered its' head just in time to see it's next target- a van speeding out of control towards it.
The Miro-guided missile made contact, the excruciating sound of metal on metal screaming through the street before coming to a crashing halt. Even the force of a fully loaded assault vehicle was not enough to stop the beast. Pinned from the waist down, the Seeker ripped at the windshield with a carnal force, trying with all its' might to reach into the cab and decapitate Miro. It inched closer and closer, backing the truck away from the wall that had mangled its' lower half, trying with all it's might to reach it's target. The monster's eyes locked onto the unconscious man as it reached out with one final swoop-
-Before realizing it's grave mistake. In the distraction, Aria snuck around the corner of the pivoted van at the Seeker's blindspot. She lunged forth, blade drawn, widening the wound left by the unconscious think tank. Dropping the contaminated tool, Aria reached for her side pouch, withdrawing a fragmentation grenade and priming it in one fell swoop. With a twisted expression of disgust and rage, the battle-clad girl shoved the grenade into the exposed wound of the Seeker's neck, before darting back into cover. The beast stole one last look at Miro before its' mind vanished into a thin mist.
Aria winced as pieces of the nightmare flew over the battlefield. She stood up, wiping herself from the mysterious liquid. The battlefield was now eerily silent, the girls standing there in awe. It wasn't every day a Seeker was spotted, much less that one was killed. They stood motionless, taking in what had just occurred. Even Aria gazed at the remains of the beast, soaking in what she had accomplished before snapping out of it.
"Don't just stand there! Liria, Kristen, grab the man! We need to move now!"
As the girls moved towards Miro, Aria bolted towards Lyn. Sliding on her knees to her fallen comrade, Aria whipped an adrenal-injector from her satchel, jamming it into Lyn's outer-thigh. "Come on Lyn, hang with me girl, you can't leave us now, we need you, I need you!" Lyn managed to give Aria a faint, pained look as her labored breathing continued. "You're going to be fine, we're going to get you back to base, get those airways open, and stabilize you, then you'll be back on your feet in no time. I know you will, right Lyn? Right?"
Tears streamed from her eyes as Aria lifted Lyn, sprinting back to the van, speeding off from the warzone...
New York Midtown: POLTAVA Forward Base: Medical Tent
Time since unsuccessful raid: 27 hours
Lyn watched from her drab, patch-work hospital gown as Miro awoke. Her neck was a deep purple, black and blue, almost as if someone had tripped with a pallet of paints and smacked them on a canvas. She opened her mouth to speak, when Aria halted her. "Lyn, I don't really think it's wise for you to speak right now. You need to rest." Lyn shook her hand dismissively. She opened her mouth, a raspy, pained voice emerging.
"It's been long enough Aria, you know the medicine we have here is good." She sighed lightly, before making another pained breath, "You know Miro, you might just be the kind of crazy we need here. Anyone willing to get shot in the arm and give themselves a concussion, just to help a little girl might be the kind of guy I would be willing to work with."