Ackerman turned away from Alexander, the Russian Esper already angrily demanding several answers. "We have more pressing matters at hand. If you're here that means the mech has been airlifted out. For now we have moved most of the equipment and some personnel out of the way..." He glanced outside, past the shattered glass doors where a vehicle was waiting. Everyone was evacuating or at least moving to clear the area. "Come with me. We're getting out of here." Just then a unnatural gale ripped through the streets causing them to raise their hands against the rising cloud of dust.<br/><br/>Ackerman beckoned, entering the Humvee and signalling to the driver to prepare to leave. The situation was getting worse by the second, a certain... dryness filled the air. Once Alexander and Roselia were in, the vehicle sped off, joining up with the column.<br/><br/>"Remember the virus? This is it, not in its early stages when televisions were actually still were receiving shit. We're just getting clear of the area to stall for some time while backup arrives."<br/><br/>Just then, as the sounds of the aircrafts were fading, the sky lit up in a fiery explosion.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Brown glared down from the side of the helicopter, watching as another aircraft spiralled helplessly downwards, "Lock on the next one. Do it." An angry bruise throbbed on her forehead. A slight hesitation and a bullet was fired from the chamber, creating a red splatter on the windshield. The helicopter wobbled and tilted downwards. It was time to make her great escape.<br/><br/>She leaned over uncomfortably, seizing control from those dead hands and steering them to a low roof where she leaped off, rolling as she met the ground. She turned and watched as the wrecked machinery screeched off the edge of the concrete roof.<br/><br/>(Last chance to pass the requirement of gaining Brown's trust.)