That clever fucker..."GRENADE!" Dusk hollered, and threw herself on the ground. She placed the rifle beneath her as she fell, to protect it with her body and then crossed her legs and place her hands over her neck. Athens followed suit. Explosions went up and outwards, so by having such low postures and minimized the chance of death and protect against serious injury, as well as they could at least. Being within the kill-range of a grenade would normally mean just that but fortunately this individual was not given the opportunity to put out a well placed throw. The detonation shook the earth around them and caused more rubble to fall and dust to pick up. However the two females of Prima Donna were fine. They were disoriented, being within range of sophisticated explosives did had that kind of effect. Green disruptor bolts hit nearby, the two women composed themselves and returned to their previous affair.
The shots on the Hardlight shield were all courtesy of Dusk. Her little way of saying, You'd be dead if it wasn't for that shield so fuck off. However she was very conscious of their situation.
That equipment is Aschen Special Forces. He isn't some chump who stumbled upon the toys and decided to play with them. This is a trained professional...Aschen SF don't do solo ops... "Athens, that guy is Aschen Special Forces and they don't work solo, I've had the displeasure of fucking with them before and It wasn't fun. We are leaving, hooah?!".
Athens replied with a hearty "Hooah!" Of her own and returned fire with the same intensity as before.
"Lessen the tempo, Athens, keep him behind that deployable cover for a bit while I fall back. I'll try the same thing when I'm set!".
"You got it Chief!"
Dusk darted down the street, away from their shooter and turned the corner into a alleyway, a dead end one. It seemed safe enough for her to be there and so she planted herself to the wall and peeked around the corner at the target. "SET! I'm covering you, Move!".
Athens then made her own dart down the street away from the Aschen SF. She would continue a little ways past Dusk so that the Warrant Officer was now the closer target. Dusk didn't want to kill the bastard, but she wasn't going to afford him the opportunity to kill herself or her Marksmen. If it came to it, her shots would end his life but right now she was hoping this guy was getting the message she was sending with her bullets.
I could kill you if I wanted to but I don't. We are falling back, don't follow. "Watchout any other contacts, Athens. I'm moving!".
"Roger that maim, I've got you covered!". Dusk commenced another run down the street, reloading her rifle as she went.
Hermes and Anubis seemed to have arrived just in the nick time. It seemed like Athens and Dusk had gotten themselves into a real clusterfuck, there were baddies all over. They turned the corner with purpose and their rifles let out a wall of well placed shots to down a 3, maybe four of their intended targets. If their friends were smart they would abandon that piece of shit desk they were hiding behind and seek something more suitable.
They both darted to separated pieces of cover peeked over.
"Bro...those fuckers there ain't Dusk and Athens...". Hermes said blankly to his comrade.
"Bulwark officers...Figures we'd run into these fuckers man." He replied.
"We should ditch em...".
The two thought on this for a bit. Previous encounters with the Bulwark came to mind...
who the fuck makes it so you need documents to drink? That is plainly evil and sadistic to enforce. However the two decided to be good Samaritans and assist, hoping their good deeds would mean later encounters with the Bulwark were not so....soul sucking.
"Hey, fucksticks! Find better cover, we got your backs!" Anubis shouted as he laid out more fire.
"And yes, we do have the proper documents, ID, Zodiac Signs, to wield these guns!" Hermes followed up half jokingly.