Silic felt both bullets hit him, don't believe them when they say cyber doesn't hurt, he gasped in pain but this was the distraction he'd been waiting for, he worked through it. He pushed up himself and dived towards the fallen woman, it was unlikely her buddies were in a talking mode after what just happened; he needed a shield, fast. The dropped machine-pistol whizzed by underneath him as he lunged, his remaining good hand dropped down to pick it up but it was too fast, his hand only managed to grasp the still smoking barrel.
The landing was far from graceful, he skidded to a halt beside the woman still groaning on the ground. This was going to be unsavoury but Silic was a survivalist, the hand with the pistol gripped awkwardly slammed into her face to stun her some more, the handle smashing into here, while his damaged left hand hooked fingers through her disguise to her shirt, using his leg to roll her on top of himself.
Meat-shield ready, time for the gun.