"Good work, Raz. Moving in." Gallan had stayed just out of eyesight of the guards, and watched Raz take care of buisness. He made note of her quick and clean strategy, felling each of her opponent's with what looked to be little more than a beesting. He pushed his mech foreward, rising off of the ground and flying towards the bunker entrance. He would slowly materialize from the storm, and approach rather quickly. When he reached one hundred meters he slowed, and activated his weapons system.<br/><br/>"Raz, move away from the door." Gallan said into his communicator, as he prepped two strike missiles to aim at the armored door.<br/><br/>[|] Meanwhile, inside the bunker. [|]<br/><br/>El Chapo was enjoying a drink, sitting atop a makeshift throne. It was his personal quarters, two women sat on the leopard print couch on either side of him. He drained what little tequila was left within his glass, and set it on the glass coffee table. He leaned back with a satisfied sigh, his arms going around either side of his girlfriends. They giggled girlishly.<br/><br/>The man was huge, downright gigantic. Both his meaty biceps were as large as a bowling ball, and probably weughed about the same. His face bore a large scar acrossed his left cheak, and he looked as though his entire body had tattoos of various things. His shirt made one think it would rip at any second. The two women beside him looked like barbie dolls beside him, nearly half his size.<br/><br/>El Chapo turned to one of them, smiling. It looked as though he might lean down for something of a kiss, before there was a knock at the door. The metal clinking echoed for a second, before Chapo's disgusted face opened it's mouth to yell.<br/><br/>"WHAT." Yelled a dark and gravelly voice.<br/><br/>A rather generic sounding man answered back timedly.<br/><br/>"Um. S-sorry El Chapo, but somebody just blew up our front door."<br/><br/>Chapo's eyes widened, and he got up with a grunt of rage. He strode to the door in three large, angry strides. He slammed his fist onto the release button, and it slid upwards to reveal his insanely intimidating silhoet to the man outside. He flinched, and allowed himself a step backwards before meeting El Chapo's glare obediently.<br/><br/>"Who." It was spoken like an order, rather than a question. El Chapo was clearly not used to being told bad news.<br/><br/>"We. We don't know."<br/><br/>[|] Further outside the base. [|]<br/><br/>Gallan's shoulder mounted rockets had torn through the reinforced door like cardboard. He was then walking forward out of the smoke, observing the room inside. It was a large loading bay, but instead of mostly boxes or supplies, inside sat two dozen tanks. Gallen waisted no time, prepping two more shoulder rockets and speaking through his communicator.<br/><br/>"Raz, these could be a problem. Can you help me take them out?" He said, marking two to his left with his targeting system. He fired while awaiting her answer, sending them with trails of smoke and reducing them to little more than scrap metal and the resulting firey explosion. Just in time to see this, entered several gang members sporting laser submachine guns. These were of little more than an annoyance to a Mech, however.