The table she launched into the air landed shredded with holes behind her and with her the burst from her own machine gun, Docca riddles the men firing at her with just as many holes. Making her way through the door, a round hits the wall next to her. Under the light of the parking lot lamps, Docca can see the ork and the elf at one of the cars in the parking lot. The woman the ork is carrying is still slung over his shoulder while the elf has a pistol out and holding it at the ready.<br/><br/>"Drop your gun," the elf yelled, with an air of practiced authority. In the light, the elf doesn't appear to be what you would call punk forced to live on the fridges of society. He wore a fine suit and looked like he took much pride in his appearance; a corporate office would have been his more natural setting if anything--certainly had the look for it.<br/><br/>In her AR ear, Docca can hear Jen reporting to her. "Yulla will be alright; one of the girls is a doctor. I found the other girl...she's dead. On my way now!"