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It took another five minutes of dodging, diving, and rolling through the torn up streets of Blackwater, but finally, the Rabbit was in sight. Digging in for more strength and more will, Vincent pumped his arms, skidded slightly on his feet, pointing towards the small transport.

“My ship,” he panted, as a light post exploded from an incredibly poorly aimed shot, “almost there.”

As more gunfire peppered the air, the pair took shelter behind a small transport lift that had been being used to move crates of luggage onto the Rabbit. The stretch open space between the lift and the ship didn't leave much in the way of cover.

“If I didn't know any better,” the Wolven growled under his breath as he checked the battery cells in his gun. “I would say the locals don’t much like you any better than me.”

Half-power.

As the weapon whined back to life he ducked out to fire a few shots off at their pursuers, forcing them to take cover as well. The weapon was clearly of some sort of energy based tech - highly illegal in the hands of a civilian. Although given his rather furry visage it was a likely safe assumption that he wasn't from around here.