"I'm a ghost. Get together for the extraction." Ashlyn nodded, and slipped out of the apartment. Once she went to the correct side of the building, the stealth specialist passed through bullet-riddled archways, and jumped from a blown out window higher up on the next building. She wasn't going to float enough to get noticed, no not until it was time.
The Tenshi were bad enough, but all she had to do was get in range that she wouldn't miss emptying everything she had after a few precision strikes. The creeping silence in the spaces between sounds of fire going off were her enemy. Closer, going through buildings and climbing inside if possible the single armour crept closer to the parking lot that held the AA keeping them from getting onto their rescue ship. Things had been grossly underestimated...she was sure the debriefing, if they survived, would be interesting.
During another pause in sound, Ashlyn moved to a staircase of the office building that was left abandoned where her map relentlessly kept the same symbol for the target zone as when they all ended up bursting out of the sky. The blood...she could smell the blood everywhere inside. Why wouldn't it stop? It had slowed, but enough was inside to make her a little intoxicated on the taste when it worked over her lips. The thing that always bothered her was when you couldn't touch yourself inside a suit to make something stop, even an itch.
Boom.
There it was again. She moved to the roof, and passed a half-decomposed body with an exit wound she could have stuck her leg through if not in a hurry. Scrambling across she took a knee, then peeked over the edge. There was a small encampment of reds there, but the AA they were using was what centered most of them, a pair seemed to be talking, one of them with his helmet off. A red flicker, flame? What is that...? Oh, a cigar-ette. She had never seen one in person before. 'In person' to someone who enjoyed the site from range meant examining it with the magnification her suit provided. Speaking of, it was time.
Not even bothering with the pacifier gun, she took aim with each forearm projector. The head of the first armour, he started to put it on once she brought in the targeting for the other. In case their suites would alert them they were being targeted, she waited on it. The fire tone would come the second it enabled, and guide her shots. On either shoulder, the plasma missiles rotated, and prepared to fire. The other three she could not hit right away with twenty or so pulses of energy a piece would get the missile launcher, then the angle she hand would keep things very interesting.
A smile that no one could see heralded noise that seemed to tear the sky open. The click or two she had traveled didn't make any mistakes for what was going on, if the others could hear. One man's head exploded helmet and all, not fumbled on fast enough-why bother when you didn't know the attack was coming until the fire came? Missiles burst from the Tenshi's shoulders, raining down on the AA site, though incoming fire from the one suit she missed slammed into the building, putting her off aim to fire back at first she kept the plasma explosions to the site, sending up the ordinance nearby with it. Reverberations of power buffeted her armour. Finally, she clipped the other pilot's leg. It seemed like a turn for retreat. There was no chance. The Peacekeeper's other arm tracked, and fired. Two seconds later it hit the ground, smoldering.
Ashlyn-...Stryker...break-birds are free. Her message broke to the team. Just to be safe, she spent another pair of missiles on gnarled metal that remained jagged and obstinate against the ambush. Her vision was blurring intermittently, pop up warnings about her vitals were ignored. Half of it was the excitement she felt, the other from how close death was near the end. Half of the roof crumbled from the earlier rounds directed Cadet Bonheur, sending her zipping, then jumping with assistance to the smaller building back in the team's direction.
