The drone spits and fizzles furiously, filling the air with an acrid smell of burning electronics.
It stings your eyes and scratches at the back of your throats as you frantically search the guard for his swipe card.
Mantis gets the prize and you all burst through the access door as quickly as your legs will take you.
//From: DUnk_227//<<Get a fucking move on lads, you're late and I've got sirens over here. Lots of fucking sirens.>>
The corridor is small, stocked with fire extinguishers and a second door gives way under your momentum onto a short metal balcony with droppable escape ladders to your right.
From your angle, you can see most of the courtyard to your right; the large metal gates nearing the fully closed position and two armed security guards manning the station, supported by a large wheeled and armed drone.
A large jump and a long drop to your left puts you over the perimiter wall and onto the street that you accessed the underground car park on, the distant sound of sirens echoing wildly off the reflective skyscrapers of the central business district.