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[Egan_BW]

Take single shots to the north if they present themselves.

[Dampe]

Slipping the barrel of her rifle between two boards nailed to an open windowframe, Adriana takes aim at her target.

**Adriana rolls a 96!**
**Adriana rolls an 82!**

The round punches a hole the size of a baseball in the man's sternum, and he falls to the ground, dead.

The two remaining men dive into cover and begin to take potshots at the building, as roughly fifteen FST troops appear at the north end of the street. To the south, five men with AKs appear, and then all hell breaks loose. The smugglers and the FST begin to shoot it out with each other, while hordes of men appear from both the north and the south.

[Twinwolf]

Fire at whoever Steele points out as more dangerous.

[Playergamer]

Boyd sees the smugglers arrive on his end of the house, and chuckles lightly. "Just like old times." Boyd begins to open fire, choosing his targets at random and trying to fire a three-round burst at each before moving to the next one.

[Caellath]

Fakhr prepares to burst attackers, ignoring the ones too engrossed in fighting the other party and only firing on the enemies that decide to focus on their makeshift stronghold.

[Dampe]

Steele's radio crackles.

<"Renegade 1-1, this is Buccaneer 4-7, we are 5 minutes out from the target, over.">

<"Buccaneer, this is Renegade. Danger close, repeat, danger close, over.">

<"Roger that, Renegade. Buccaneer out.">
Steele shouts down the staircase.
"The fighters are five minutes out! Everybody get ready to move! We're going out the back door!"

Boyd fires on targets of opportunity, hitting three or four men.
((Rolls removed for brevity.))

Adriana does the same, racking up about ten kills.
((Again, rolls removed for brevity.))

Steele takes a few potshots, but stops firing after he empties a magazine. Hanton and Fakhr each hit five targets. ((When I have to roll 10 or more d100 in a turn, the rolls will be recorded, but omitted from the post, mainly for brevity, and because it's a colossal asspain to type them all up.))

Soon, a low rumble can be heard in the distance, growing louder by the second.
Two stubby-nosed aircraft fly directly overhead with an ear-splitting roar and drop the bombs stored beneath their wings. A series of massive explosions shake the ground, as much of the street becomes obscured by smoke. Steele and Adriana run down the stairs, Boyd limping quickly behind them. Fakhr and Hanton meet them at the back door. Directly across the street, a narrow alleyway is partially visible. "We make it to there, and we should be home free," Steele says, as he turns the doorknob.

**Steele rolls an 87!**

He rushes out onto the street, and sprints to the alleyway.

**Adriana rolls a 79!**

Adriana follows him, dashing across to the alleyway.

**Boyd rolls a 92!**

Boyd limps across at a breakneck pace.

**Fakhr rolls an 89!**

Fakhr sprints across to the alleyway.

**Hanton rolls a 00!**

Jesse begins to run across the street.

The man with the sniper rifle watched the group cross the street. Three had moved across the street too quickly to risk taking a shot, and where was the sport in shooting a wounded man. The last one, a woman with dark hair, moved quickly as well. But not quickly enough, the man thought, as he blew Jesse's head off and smiled.

Spoiler: Team Status (click to show/hide)

D. Steele - Uninjured
H. Fakhr - Uninjured
A. Slate - Light Wound
J. Boyd - Medium Wound
J. Hanton - KIA

[Dampe]

((R.I.P Jesse Hanton #neverforget))

[Twinwolf]

((Did anyone- or at least Adriana- where the shot came from?))

[Caellath]

"Ya gazma yibn ig-gazma!! Man down, sniper!" Fakhr yelled at the rest of his companions as he careened towards the alleyway, giving a look back to confirm Jesse's situation and spotting what was near-certainly a corpse with a very nasty head wound. The pilot was no medical expert, but he doubted anyone could survive that. "She's dead! Go to sixty thousand hells you dickless donkey!!!" Though Fakhr hadn't known Hanton for long, he began freely cursing the man responsible for that.

They had to kill that man, and do it slowly.

[Dampe]

"Ya gazma yibn ig-gazma!! Man down, sniper!" Fakhr yelled at the rest of his companions as he careened towards the alleyway, giving a look back to confirm Jesse's situation and spotting what was near-certainly a corpse with a very nasty head wound. The pilot was no medical expert, but he doubted anyone could survive that. "She's dead! Go to sixty thousand hells you dickless donkey!!!" Though Fakhr hadn't known Hanton for long, he began freely cursing the man responsible for that.

They had to kill that man, and do it slowly.

"Fuck! Hanton's down. We gotta keep moving. Let's see if we can't find a car of some sort."
As it turned out, they didn't have to look far. An old red hatchback was sitting at the other end of the alley.

[Twinwolf]

"Fakhr, you can drive, right?"

[Caellath]

"Son of a sh- Yes, I can! Not as well as I can pilot, mind you, but it's better than nothing!" Fakhr shouted as he ran towards the small car to check whether the keys were inside.

[Twinwolf]

Adriana also gets in.

[Egan_BW]

((Dammit RNG.))

[Dampe]

((Dammit RNG.))

((You stay out of this, you're dead.))