It was an overcast afternoon, at least not the coldest afternoon there was. It was a couple of weeks to Promethean Day as well! However, whatever kind of day some people have planned, it was all thrown out of the window with that emergency call. Whatever good Samaritan that decides to help, they get a very good idea of what they are getting into. The sound of gunfire could be heard from a block away, the noise only growing in intensity as one moves closer to the epicenter of activity. The helpful agents that arrive on Falcon street, will soon come in the view of three mutants in K9 uniforms hiding behind an upturned van. Two officers appear to be busy exchanging fire, while the clearly injured, unless her guts are naturally located outside her body, third officer waves them to the current safety of their location. There is currently a lot of smoke and dust to clearly make out the entire scene, but two more officers can be spotted further down, hiding behind some rubble.

Phosphorus arrives to the scene, dressed in a set of medium armor, complete with a decent layer of kevlar and a trauma pack covering her vital organs and such. Not to mention, her standard assault kit, including plenty of firearms, some breaching tools, and a good set of explosives. A new addition to her armor, though -- a K9 patched, sewed onto the shoulder. She ducks into cover beside the officers, pulling her rifle up to the ready and clicking the fire selector off of safety. "What seems to be the situation?" She shouts, over the din of gunfire.

Lizzie charges down the road towards the gunfire as the call squacks out over the comms. Her heavy boots thud steadily on the ground as she runs towards the sounds of combat. She'd been doing a bit of work on the side with the unit but nothing too major of late so it was time to get some action in. Finally! In her arms is the massive nanite rifle, well canon technically, she preferred to use before things got too close in. Rushing towards the street, she eyed on person head over towards the van from what she could tell and made a beeline across towards the other two officers farther down at top speed.

Meenah was hurrying down the street, duffle bag of medical supplies slung over her shoulder and a medical kit in hand. She was still a ways down the street, a fair day in the city, it sure would've been a nice day for a walk-- if there wasn't gunfire happening not even two blocks away. The nipping cold faded as she felt adrenaline surge through her body. The questionability of this SOS forcing her heart to pound, every situation potentially deadly...Her eyes came into focus on the group of officers, although her main focus was on the sound of gunshots whizzing back and forth, sometimes pinging the ground close to her or pinging a car or street sign and sending ice cold jolts through her heart. It was slightly more terrifying for her, not really having any kind of noticeable armor besides mostly civilian clothing she was wearing. Although most noticeably the mause had a rather terrifying flame thrower rather compact and small, strapped to her back around her shoulder. After gaining some difference and making her way out of the line of any fire she ducked down next to Phos and the other two officers, immediately kneeling down to the injured officer and pulling a syringe from her bandoleer, the cap conveniently sliding off and leaving the hypodermic needle exposed and dripping a minute amount of liquid. Most likely a heavy dose of morphine. She hadn't found her voice over the gunfire yet only turning to Phos and officers. "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!" She shouted at the top of her lungs as she layed down her medical dufflebag and first aid kit, going to work at laying out all the tools she'd need to re-set the poor officers intestines n' guts.

Khaybat has come with Otto! And by come we mean she's basically hanging onto him like a backpack as she often does when they're out and about. Upon having him run towards the sounds though the zeeb follows after Senpai, trying to figure out what's going on! All the poor thing wanted was a quiet walk around town with her jql and now people are shooting each other for reasons she can't quite comprehend.

It was a wonderful cloudy day, a wonderful day hooray, a wonderful time to be free, to head out and make a change, to risk it all and really just get the blood flowing! Otto loved that feeling, the exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through one's body, crimson stained armor and weapons glistening amidst the fright of warfare, bellows of agony and rage cascading, a crescendo of pain and suffering trailing off into the aftermath, a grim silence, a breath of tranquility before the bellows of vitory, glory, triumph!

Such things had long been put behind the jackal, but still he craved that knife edge, the rush was borderline orgasmic, an addiction he couldn't shake if he tried to... and so there he was, a smile tugging at his lips, a dagger twirling between his fingers, his belt lined with malicious cocktails, needles filled with various venoms and debilitating toxins, gas grenades and other kinds of terrible tools.

The jackal was more than eager to get something done, meet some fellow soldiers, push back the feral menace and hopefully earn a scar or two doing it. It might fade, but hey... it's the thought that counts? Few would fault Otto for being too sound of mind these days anyway.

The jackal keeps to the rooftops, bounding from one to the other as he nears the meeting spot, though... what was that? Gunfire... that was definitely gunfire, the scent of blood thick in the area as he nears one of the higher structures. There, his eyes snap onto a sniper on the roof, his rifle raised to take the shot. Too slow to react to the fired bullet, Otto acks sharply as he feels the impact, his heavy armor protecting his internal organs, though that round was more than enough to put a stop to his motions. Cursing under his breath, the canine peers up at the sniper before deciding he was not equipped to make a shot that long. Not right now at least.

Remembering his primary objectives, he recalls that he hadn't been briefed on the events transpiring. Nay... he had to regroup with the rest and make a plan. This was no one soldier job. Bounding down the side of the building, he lands heavily and acks softly from the gunshot wound. It hadn't pierced his skin, but damn it stung nonetheless. Turning around, he takes refuge behind the rubble as well and peers around. "Lovely day for a warzone, huh?" he muses loudly, having picked up on the mouse's question. He'd have asked it himself, but that'd be kind of pointless, no? So instead... "There's a sniper on the roof over there!" he warns those that could and would hear him, then points up at the place where the deadeyed motherfucker that'd shot him was squatting. Peering back behind himself, he notices something. "KHAY??!" the jackal goes wide-eyed and inches free of her arms. "What... when?!" Okay... maybe having a few shots of vodka before coming here was not such a good idea... one tends to forget some things when they're... a little tipsy.