The grenades went off and Riska cut her fire, rolling to cover her face from any incoming debris.  The sound of a growling engine coming from behind her forced her to lift her head just in time to see the APC coming into the garage at full bore with the LT behind the wheel, high beams blazing a path in front of him.<br/><br/><em>"All in, get those doors closed! Stay Frosty!"</em><br/><br/>The LT’s voice was almost a roar over the comm. unit.  Danko reacted instinctively.  “You heard the man, give him room!” she barked through the system as she rolled and scrambled to the side to get out of the path of the oncoming vehicle.<br/><br/>The APC ran headfirst into the glass barrier, shattering it on impact.  A second later the door flew open and the LT burst out like a wild man, shotgun in hand, firing at anything and everything.  “Fuckin’ A,” Riska muttered, watching the LT act like a goddamn berserker, buying them all time to handle the rest of the enemies with his diversion.<br/><br/>“Back him up!” she yelled over the comm.,  “and take the rest of those fuckers<em>out</em>!”<br/><br/>Rolling up onto one knee, Danko added her own fire to the LT’s, aiming for the chest of the man that had shot her and his motherfucking gun.  It was time for a little payback.<br/><br/>