Between the two groups, looks were exchanged. Mostly between their leader and Philips. With a nod coming from his superior, Philips raised his head slightly, over the cover of the car. His head was raised for only a few moments before another loud sounds came from the sniper, Philips darted his head down, just as the sound of a ricocheting bullet came to life. The bullet narrowly missed him, though it was the sniper's shot that was the cause, not the speed of cover.<br/><br/>Philips sunk deeper than before, and breathed heavily in relief for a moment. He worked to catch his breath for a moment before managing to calm down, and looked to his superior again. Signaling with his hand, he held out three fingers then pointed up. He then held out four fingers and point to the right.<br/><br/>Hanesen shot a confused look at his superior. "Third floor, forth window from the right." The superior clarified, in a whisper. Before any of them poked their heads up again, more sounds could be heard, this time automatic. Though, they weren't the sounds an assault riffle made when firing. These sounds resembled higher tech more. Lasers from a gattling gun soon began bombarding the cars. Worry began peeling out of the soldiers, as they all wondered just how much these broken cars could handle.<br/><br/>The superior, with speed, raised his head and gun up for a moment. He opened stray fire into some of the lower windows, though he only got a small burst of fire in before taking cover again. "Multiple targets, first floor! Laser weapons and guns, possible explosives!" The superior yelled. Bursts of lasers and bullets began firing at the cars.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---------------</div><br/><br/>Raymond did what he always did, he made a puzzle in his head while he listened. He was almost surprised at how things played out. It was beginning to look like he had a group of people he was going to be travelling with. He'd still yet to tell any of them of his intent and reason for being in this city. Even now, he registered KimRae's anger towards Victor and her trust towards himself. He almost wondered what that was like, to be able to look at someone and decide they were more valuable than another person. Trusting someone in the wasteland was a death sentence, which had Raymond wondering how either one of them were so open to bringing this new person with them.<br/><br/>Raymond almost spoke, saying it didn't serve anyone right to be shot. Though, he wasn't so sure, getting shot was a good way to teach a lesson, he decided, looking down to his own bullet wound for a moment. He ended up not speaking, allowing the newcomer to speak instead. He picked up her full name, though he couldn't place the origin of it, it did mean she had a surname. That meant she had some connection to her parents, at least he assumed. On his travels he'd met people who lived under false surnames, or ones they'd assigned to themselves. There weren't so many that lived under their parent's name. Though it was too soon to know if Aito was like himself in that aspect.<br/><br/>He caught the stimpack that was thrown his way, he took care to look at the contents he could see. The color was right and he couldn't see any red flags to make him think it was poisoned. He gave it a final look before he looked back to her. His look was still not trustworthy and it was cold. It was then that she said "without wasting any more bullets" and Raymond struggled against himself for a moment. His expression became uncertain as she referenced his words when he wanted to negotiate. There was silence afterwards, until he finally tucked the stimpack away.<br/><br/>"Okay." He said. "Okay." He reasserted. "They're willing to take you along, so I guess you're in. You got two targets with one bullet, so I won't take it for granted, you're a good shot." Raymond said, almost as if to confirm it with her. "My name is Raymond. Just, one thing. Don't call me 'Doc."" He said, giving her a nod afterwards. "I'm in this city on business." Raymond announced. "High risk, but high yield. Half a million caps, and that's the bare minimum." Raymond said, he wasn't sure how they might react, but it was, after all, one of the reasons he needed them. "It would be in exchange for a key, marked with the digits 0-8-1-3-1-9-4-2. I think we'd have the best luck finding this in the larger parts of the city." Raymond said, looking around for his new teammate's reactions.