“Shit! Cover!”<br/><br/>The words had escaped Aiden’s mouth before he even realized he’d been talking. He’d seen the first round of rockets hit, watched as the soldiers inside those buildings were blown to bits by the resulting explosions. He didn’t see the officers around him move, though he assumed they had; he was a little preoccupied with diving towards a certain Latina sitting on her ass<i>in the middle of the open</i>.<br/><br/>“Marcia!” he bellowed, breaking protocol and calling out her first name as he slammed into her, roughly but effectively scooping her up in one swoop. “Are you fuckin’ crazy?!” He wasn’t sure if she’d been hit; some of the debris and blood had sprayed in the group’s general direction, and he had felt some sort of fluid arc across his face. A red streak ran across the bridge of his nose; blood, but it wasn’t his own. What was his, though, ran down the side of his face from a mild scrape from some debris.<br/><br/>“We gotta move!” he huffed, carrying Marcia in his arms towards a building further back. “There’s more of those missiles incoming!”