<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/avpilot.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Miyoko Shadowborn  <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Her Shadow hawk, city <strong>:Location</strong><br/>all <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>"You will fucking pay" Miyoko snarls and glares at the coms, its eerily quiet with no commands coming her way either about if she should engage, fall back or just continue towards the exhibit. She gnashes her teeth in frustration as the Atlas rampages through their numbers but without an order to fall back she instead pushes her engine to the limit, making sure to keep buildings between herself and the monstrous mech. Watching her scanners closely it seems that the defenders are being pulled away along with the atlas so as she reaches the small square before the exhibit she spots only a few civilians running for their lives at the destruction being inflicted on their city. "Come on, we need orders here." she sighs in frustration, and with no word from the extraction team she figures she better get moving having lost her friends in the maze and something had set of a large burst clouding her sensors fully.<br/><br/>"Just fucking great>" she sighs and sets off at full speed at least her heat sinks had allowed her mech to cool down by now, the massive mech crashing through the front of the building in a shower of glass and brick. She swivels her torso around and launches off a full salvo of her missiles to crater the ground behind her in case those darn buggies return. The myomer muscles straining to clear the building as she grabs a few of the items from the display and then firing her jump rockets she launchers herself out of the collapsing building not wanting to stay too long and having seen no one else figures they either got delayed or are dead.<br/><br/>"Puma, where is everyone. Orders?" Pushing her mech to its limits as soon as she lands in a cloud of smoke and fire she sets off running down the street, arms smashing buildings and lamp posts asunder leaving a trail of debris that is making her easy to track but she doesn't want more of those darn buggies on her ass.