Smiley looks down the barrel of the surviving guards standard issue Browning High-power. At this range he can see rifling of the pistol, even the head of the holo-point aimed straight at his eye. Contrary to popular believe his life did not flash through his mind, the only thing going for him was his heighten reflexes giving him a moment to think “Awwww Drek”. In his at the rate in which his mind was perceiving he watches the guards flexor muscle tense a sure sign his time on this wretched world was up, the guard is pulling the trigger. At the moment right before the trigger engage a spirit guarding Smiley, or rather Hank, let loose with a tight spray from his SMG. The bullets rip though the already cracked passanger side door window and take the guard in his arm, upper torso and head. The pistol is thrown off target, from his postion Smiley is blinded momentary from the muzzle flare. Thinking he is dead then, thinking oh god I am thinking, Smiley blinks his eyes and his vision clears. The guard’s head is a bloody mess of bone, and brain tissue Smiley might want to take a shower soon.
Hank breaths into the TacNet “target down.”
Mean while Marak runs to the van’s back door, first trying the handle he discovers that the doors locked. Pulling his Ares Alpha to his shoulder he puts two rounds into the door at precise points smashing the locking mechanism. With a grunt of effort he hulls the new unlocked door open and reaches in to grab the metal container. The container at first you think is bolted down but on closer examination it’s very heavy. “I’m going to need some help with this box” Marak says into his com. “I can help” comes Teddy’s voice a moment later as the shaman starts to move out of his hidey hole.
While the attack team works on getting the box clear Tachikoma begins sweeping the surrounding area for enemy contacts. His old predator on over watch picks up a transition on the Knight Errant band. ::large Explosion detected south of Boeing field, reports of a weapons fire reported as well. Deploying HTR teams to the area ETA 5 minutes:: Deciding is was best not to tangle with the local authorities Tachikoma brings his van as close to the target vehicle as possible. It takes another 2 minutes to get the crate into the van and bug out of the location. As the van and drones slip away to the east, the group watches two Boeing Ospreys flying in close formation toward the attack sight. The crate sitting safely in the vans rear, it’s locked and will take some serious tools to open. With a couple of hours until your meeting with the Johnson what do your characters do?
