"<span style="color: DarkRed">I'm Vyk, and you are?</span>" She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest and tapping her foot. "<span style="color: DarkRed">I can't help you mid range, besides using my pistols. Unless you got an extra lancer.</span>" She held her hands up as she lifted her radio, setting it to the private channel used by the stranded. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Hey old man? I'm held up by the Gears, something in this city they want apparently. Just keep low, all the locust seem pissed off at these guys right now. I don't know if the kid will make it... but they have a medic and are doing their best...</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>