<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div><em>Well this just went to seventeen kinds of crap,</em>Cass considered as her sensors went wild, filling up with electronic noise coming from the city and innumerable ECM modules.<em>Okay, this is nucking futs training from hell crap!</em>She wanted to scream in frustration at the hell they were being thrown into, but instead kept it contained.<em>Don’t give those arsehats the satisfaction, Cass.</em><br/><br/>Glancing at the damage display, she could see that her armour was beginning to thin; the light autocannon and missile fire she’d been taking wasn’t much on each shot, but there was a damn lot of them and they were vomiting shots like there was no tomorrow (Which, technically, there wasn’t as the whole virtual world stopped existing or was reset when the simulation ended, but that was beside the point). Cass concentrated fire on the Condors as they were the heaviest and the closest now, and as such, the biggest threat.<br/><br/>More laser and cannon fire raked over another tank, ripping it’s hoverskirt part. As the craft bottomed out, a gauss shot went through its turret, shattering it. “Yeah! Eat it, bitchcakes!”<br/>