The shock-wave from the turrets explosion knocked me back a good distance, and I was stunned for a time. As I regained my senses my first worry was that Orson, who was manning the turret, could very well be dead. However, it was an unfounded fear as he soon emerged from the vehicle, looking hurt but still in one piece.  His helmet had been heavily damaged, revealing parts of the mask like face that indicate the Raccoon part of his heritage (The fox half being less noticeable). The slightly injured private joined the rest of us and began taking pot shots at the enemy with his laser pistol.<br/><br/>My attention was caught by a very angry looking Bear who was ripping through a large group of Canines. I wasn't at all sure what he was so angry about, but as long as he wasn't bothering my squad I opted to leave him be. Meanwhile there was a loud sound of engines as two more Einheit patrol vehicles rolled onto the local street, opening fire on the remaining gang members. The gangsters apparently took note that they were defeated and began to scramble in various directions, and the barrages coming from the nearby buildings grew silent.<br/><br/>I allowed myself to relax and took stock of the aftermath. Over a dozen bodies littered the street, and most of the structures around us were heavily damaged. In this neglected part of the city it would likely be months or possibly years before the infrastructure was repaired. The fight was between military and renegades, but it would be the civilians who suffer the most. I shook my head,<span style="font-style: italic">"Such a waste."</span>