Ericka felt herself slow in the fall, air resistance instantly picking up on her mech and dragging her up away from the others rapidly. She twisted her form, rolling onto her back to face upwards, transferring her plasma rifle into her other hand. The sky above was a mess, fragments of the torn landing pad rained down from the sky, the larger pieces spun, and for a second she could have sworn that they were suspended in the sky, free from gravity. Then one of the larger debris flipped around, revealing a highly reflective mech. It was impossible to grasp the actual shape of the mech due to its hyper-reflective surface. She raised the rifle and depressed the trigger. The response was quick, the recoil causing the cockpit to shake and pneumatics kicked in to compensate. A blue line which began to flash green indicated that Natasha had too, opened fire on the strange mech.<br/><br/>Over the comms, the first commands were dished out. "Fan out and get to cover. There are a good amount of buildings for you to dig in before they arrive, be sure to watch you sectors, we don't want anyone sneaking past and failing us all. Remember, the turrets should not be actually dealing with the mechs but acting as a support for you if you need to fall back." The voice paused, "I have sent a double layered defense, get into position and fire at will."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The pod rattled, all indicators were green indicating that the cloak and heat ceramics still held in place. Martin dragged a circle across the map to alter his landing point, a good distance away in the urban area, enough to raise curiosity from his crashed pod and enough cover for him to get out by the time the first responders reached the scene.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Ha! Fools!" Robert laughed as they saw the pursuing cop car spun out of control and coming to a halt. "They do not know what they are doing. We need to drop off the package, and get a new car. This one should be all over their reports by now." He shook his head, glancing out of the back window to check for any pursuers again.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Cheryl wound down the side window in the police cruiser glancing at the GPS and back to the street again. The radio crackled, "Be advised, the suspect is armed. Shots fired. They are carrying a highly fragile research piece. The commissioner has given the green to shoot to kill."<br/><br/>She glanced at the speed meter, "We're not getting anywhere at this rate. The spike trap ain't gonna be able to be set up in time if you drive like its a Sunday cruise. Step on it!"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Judas slowed to a halt at the street where the car zipped down moments before, its engines still echoing in the streets. He spotted a lady helping the other woman with the trolley. The fright was enough to turn her as pale as a ghost. He jogged up to them, watching the cops exit the car to examine their vehicle out of the corner of his eye. "You two alright?" He did a precursory glance at the stroller. Made of cheap materials but otherwise undamaged. Still, he knew that while the body may not show marks, the mind may not share the same fate.