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"Incoming RPG!" An officer shouted as the rocket seared up towards the Airfrigate. The Officers tried to jump away from the porthole to take cover. The ship itself tried to veer sharply to the left to avoid the rocket, which impacted it's shields in a violent shimmer of brilliant white light, which washed from the point of impact, and around the vessel in a shock-wave pattern.

Once the dust and smoke cleared, there was a gouge in the ship's plating, and fires billowing from the side doors where the rocket impacted. Though the shields caused a premature detonation, not all of the explosive's energy was dissipated, and marred the pristine white plating of the ship with a black gouge.

There were several wounded officers on board, and the Ship's medical crew worked quickly to aid them. Though the ship was wounded, it was far from removed from the fight.

"Triangulate that rocket, saturate it with weapons fire." The Captain ordered, and the Airfrigate banked around hard, computers tracing the flight of the rocket from it's vapor trail, while a dual-barreled 30mm Autocannon traversed onto the target.

'thoom-thoom-thoom' echoed through the streets as brilliant green streaks of light impacted the ground from the ship in brilliant explosions. Each 30mm plutonium slug seared towards the Cyborgs at roughly 3,500 feet per second. They would impact with the kinetic energy of the projectile, and sling radiation everywhere.

The Officers slowly advanced, taking casualties from the Russians, and quickly trying to pull their wounded from the battlefield, while the Frigate lit up the ground below it.

Additional officers had managed to arrive, and were likely now starting to outnumber the Russians that had made their way into the city. Wailing sirens, the thrum of helicopters, and the shriek of an additional Airfrigate filled the city.

As Jackson stumbled away from the Batman, only to be ambushed by a massive Russian man, it would perhaps seem it was the end. As Jackson was being choked, a brilliant flash of light flickered behind the russian man, and a single PK Crisis response officer in full T-65 Combat skin moved to wrap his own arm around the massive russian. With enhanced strength through the suit, his arm would tighten and he'd attempt to pull the Russian off Jackson, or at least the russian's head clean off his shoulders. With spine still attatched.

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Inside the house, the crash of Bachmann kicking in the front door echoed through the house. The door was a reinforced door, designed to resist being kicked in but had foolishly been left ajar, and so when Bachmann went for the door, he found it would open quite easily.

Once Bachmann was inside, the house registered the Magnum round impacting the wall and the door slammed shut behind him.

Denzel made a face, and then looked to his two sisters.

"Stay here." He said, starting towards the door of the den. On his way out Chloe stopped him.

"Denzel, there's a pistol in the hall dresser, top drawer." She said before she turned to Marlene, flipping a switch and grabbing another pistol. "I keep a lot of guns in the house, comes with the territory." Chloe said.

It would likely be several moments before Denzel made it to the front room, so Bachmann had a moment to reorient himself. It was obvious the owner was Aschen, and even more obvious when a young man was aiming a disruptor pistol at the Jew from the balcony, while coming down the stairs.

"One move and I'll vaporize you." Denzel warned.