Michael "Sarge" O'Shay<br/><br/>He lost track of how long they had been shooting.  5 seconds? 10? A minute? "CEASE FIRE!" he yelled.  The chatter of everyone's weapons slowly died down.  As the smoke cleared he watched for his target.  "Watch the perimeter!" He could make out no silhouette.  He ran over to Senjo.  He tried to check for a pulse.  Wait.  Do synths even have a pulse? He had heard that synths could even get cut in half and still be able to function.  She was probably as 'alive' as 'alive' could be for a synth.  Wait, something else was wrong.  "Something's not right...," he muttered out to no one.  The motion sensors were all strangely quiet.  If the creature had disengaged, they would have detected its egress.  Yet not one of them had seen or heard it go.  Could they all have missed it? He looked over at where the creature had been as he quickly retrieved his magnum.  Blood drops, likely from his Magnum...but nothing else.  No casings, armor shards, or dropped weapons.  "Cover the perimeter.  I'll grab Cybertits here and..." he trailed off.  Beeping......slowly becoming faster...followed by what could only be described as laughter.  Didn't he see that in a movie once? "Fall back towards the crash zone! It's a bomb!" He grabbed Senjo's inert body and hucked her over his shoulder.  She was heavier than she looked.  "Damn heavy synth broad...Better thank me for this...KEEP RUNNING!" He didn't know what kind of yield the bomb had, as he ran for what was surely his life.