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.

The female husky takes a deep breath, wincing slightly from the pain as the agents begin filing in. "Careful!" She half shouts as Lizzie bravely ignores the safety of the mini and rushes past towards the officers further down the road. "Officer Pomi. It is a pleasure Officer Phosphorus. We were on patrol, you know five people for the eastern regions because of...them." The officer said, clearly implying the people administering the hot, steamy welcome that the agents are receiving. "We received a report that..." She stops to wince, "The minutemen apparently attacked the hotel they are currently hiding in. It was recently populated and used as a...kind of a housing complex for the workers who are supposed to be improving this side of the city. Now we are here." Pomi says before releasing a grown.

One of the officers exchanging fire stops and moves closer to the assembled band, "Keep at it rookie." He says before turning his gaze to meet the agents, "At ease, Pomi. You there, mouse. If you are good with that syringe then get to work. As for the rest of you, the mission is simple. We need some back up to help take back the hotel, and make sure they didn't steal any, or at least most, of the supplies." The officer stops as he quirks a brow at the jackal that just came from above. "Sniper...those sons of bitches are not playing around." The German Shepard rolls his eyes, "Well, okay. Sniper, maybe five or so in the hotel...two on the balcony. There might be more. We need to take them out, preferably not killing them outright. And keep any fancy explosives to yourselves. You might still have noncombatants inside. On the count of three, rookie and I will provide cover fire, and you can move in, maybe try taking covers in the alleyways between buildings, or behind anything really."

The scene was now a bit more clear for any brave enough to peek from their spots. The obvious targets down the road were four minutemen hiding behind sand bags in front of hotel's entrance, with two more firing from a balcony on a building on the opposite side of the road.

Lizzie's foolhardy approach did not seem to make her invincible as she ran towards the two pinned officers. She did manage to get to the K9s, and by get we mean that she received a hit right into her thigh making her fall forward into the arms of one of the officers who quickly moved her made sure that nothing else of her stuck out of cover. "Idiot, are you okay? Do you need a hypo?"

Phosphorus raises an eyebrow at the mention of sniper. Snipers, huh...? She tries to quickly put together an assault route, glancing down at the building. "I have smoke grenades. I can pop a few to provide us some cover, so you can save your ammunition -- just be careful not to enter the smoke until it's fully dissapated. It will burn, and it is moderately toxic." "I think we can take down five hostiles relatively efficiently, as long as everyone sticks together, and works together. We need to get inside the building, clear top-down. This'll eliminate some flanking routes, make sure we're not walking into a meat grinder." Phosphorus pulls a smoke grenade off of her harness, tugging the pin out, waiting for the count. She's aiming to throw the grenade behind the sandbags, hopefully light the defending minutemen on fire -- after the throw, she plans to follow up with one more, for cover.

Lizzie let out a pained as she took the shot in the leg, stumbling into cover with a grunt. "Son of a dog rimming whores milky tits that stung." She spits out, licking her lips and waving off the offer of the hypo. "Shit, I'd have retired a long time ago if a fuckin' bullet to the leg slowed me down. Just lemme get my ass set up and start clearin' the bitches shootin' out." She grinned wide as she double-checked her 'rifle'. The upside of getting shot at least is she knew the direction the bullets were coming from a little better. Raising her nanite cannon, she readied it to fire the nanite smoothed supersonic round. She really didn't have to completely wait to get a perfectly clear shot with it, she figured, most walls barely seemed to slow the thing down when she had tested it last so if you knew where someone was hiding... well, time to see if theory held up in practice. The first sign of any shooters and the roar of her weapon would send the round screaming into the air.

Meenah took a deep breath as she had all her needed tools laid out manually reset any organs, plenty of little quik-clot packets stacked out at least a dozen of them tops all already torn off. "Ok so this is gonna suck a little bit but you'll be fine!! And I'm not M.D. but I've dealt with my fair share of landmines-- gutshots however!..." She felt a chill run up her spine, focus returning to the officer known as Pomi. She made eye contact and didn't break it as she picked up the morphine-hypo and got in close. "This is gonna sting for a second but hopefully you'll feel better right after. We're gonna get you all fixed up!!" She than rather firmly planted the needle into the officers thigh, a soft hiss being produced as the hypo administered itself. Into her bloodstream. She had about twelve more of them on her bandoleer if things didn't work out. The quik-clot pouches containing minor-regenerative nanite properties although time was definitely a factor here. She withdrew the hypo and tossed it far off to the side, starting to sprinkle all the quick clot over the large open cavity of a wound so she wouldn't bleed to death-- at least not so fast. Talk of a sniper drew her gaze up towards the new arrival of Otto and Khay both unfamiliar faces. What a day to be meeting new people. She was starting to reach for her forceps and clamps, ready to start snipping and cutting off already dead bits of tissue around the wound, dropping her forceps and clamp for a moment to reach into her first aid kit and retrieve a small bottle of disenfectant and a roll of gauze. She was quick to soak the gauze and dab it around the wound after all this wasn't the most sanitary of places to be doing medical work and going septic probably wouldn't be an ideal way to die. She'd most likely assist in their combat efforts if she wasn't so involved in administering medical treatment. Her weapon was rather suited for close range anyway, the fuel canister only seeming to be a camping canister of propane. She was quick to shout to the group "Just don't let that sniper get a beat on me please!! I'm a sitting duck!! YES pop smokes please!!" Her gaze quickly returning to Pomi."What'd they hit you with?!" Her attention split for a second as she heard a groan of pain in the distance fairly sure someone else just got shot.

Khaybat ends up squealing rather loudly when she realizes what she followed Otto into--apparently he wasn't the only one who had alcohol--though rather than running away like she normally would from fighting the zeeb just ducks lower behind him and goes to peer past towards all the pewpew. She likes to make things go pewpew too but only on her video game! The the equine gets an idea and ends up taking out her pom poms. Don't ask.

The jackal listens to his comrade's instructions, but shakes his head. "I'm not equipped for a firefight. I'm going in though the buildings, gonna take down the lot of those cunts hiding inside." he nods in affirmation, then tosses his dagger and catches it by the handle while it was still spinning in the air. Locking the blade in between his fangs, the canine falls on all fours, then skitters rapidly off to the side, before latching onto the side of the nearest structure and climbing up the side of the wall.

Once he was upon the nearest window, he kicks it in and crawls inside, the interior dark and abandoned, though thankfully not so ruined that one could not cross it from within. With a silent, agile step does the canine cross through, until he ends up on the third floor at the opposite end, opening a window from within to crawl out and jump to latch onto the wall opposite him.

Nimbly does he make his way into the second structure, keeping a low profile all the while he moves through the interior, not a light, nor a sound coming from him as he prowls for hostiles, listening to the gunfire outside. Ending up at a window on the same floor opposite the side he'd entered from, Otto opens it up and takes a moment to duck out of sight and determine what to do.

His hand hovers over the cryo grenades he had packed, and the smoke bombs as well... but... no. He wanted to do this right. They wanted non-lethal takedowns, and he was going to deliver on those. Remember your training, don't be afraid, stick to the shade.

"As you say, officer." The German Shepard says as everyone moves into position. Phos's grenade lugging is successful as the first one lands just behind the sandbags and explodes, spraying whatever chemical was hidden inside it. Luckily for the team, most of the minuteman had varied armor, and by that we mean barely-defensive second-hand uniforms. The screams of some of them indicated that at the very least the bulk of the minutemen firepower were preoccupied with getting burned.

Lizzie on her own hefted her gun and fired, the deadly projectile breaking through a portion of the wall before hitting one of the minutemen hiding behind the windows, no one was sure who badly was he hurt, but he is no longer visible. The flying shrapnel from the broken wall also hit his comrade in the chest, the injured minuteman screaming as she fell down from the building. Well, looks like Lizzie might have just cleared Otto's path to the hotel.

Luckily for Meenah, all this commotion made sure no one was focused on her as she began treating the officer. "Ugh, thank you..." Pomi half whispered, looks like Meenah was progressing forward, making the wound appear less ugly, at the very least.

"For the Republic! Focus fire on that bitch with the canon." Came a roaring voice from the balcony. Unlike his colleagues, this pure human was glad in a fancy revolutionary uniform, with a sabre in hand and a laser pistol in the other. Looks like the leader of this raid is found.

"Try to not kill them, if you can." Phosphorus shouts, over the noise of battle, breaking cover and lifting her rifle to a ready position. She clicks the fire selector to single, starting to take shots at the center mass of the target, slowly approaching the building. The panda walks steadily, breathing calmly, firing shots off with a practiced confidence. Most of the targets are preoccupied with bleeding, burning, or dying at this point, and she was relatively confident that her armor could take at least one rifle round, if not more. "Interrogating them might yield valuable information... I think I have a car battery with their name on it."

"Oh, some asshole is volunteerin' ta be a target eh?" Lizzie grins, loading in another round into her rifle. "Hey asshole!" She calls out as she shifts to draw a bead on the leader if she could and whoever else was firing still if she couldn't. At the very least she might be a distraction for Otto to handle the situation up close and personal. "BITCHES! LOVE! CANNONS!" She yells out at the top of her lungs. She kind of felt bad for the other two officers with her though considering how much fire she figured the area was about to take. "And uhh, you two fuckers might want to duck like a lot. I think I pissed em off a bit. A little. A lot. Okay, Royally. Look, bullets were exchanged. He's just mad mine was bigger. The guys get so fuckin' annoyed when someone else has a bigger gun sometimes ya know? I'm just like, fuck. Look, it don't gotta be fuckin' the size of god damn texas. It feels plenty fuckin' big when you got a knot in your mouth and your ass at the same damn time but noooo, gotta get into a pissin' contest. You two ever have that shit happen?" She asked curiously, not bothered in the slightest with all the fighting going around. Honestly the fighting was the main reason to join in her opinion. That and maybe a nice game of red rocket after a shift.

Meenah was starting to shake quite noticeably as she heard more screams of pain and agony followed by explosions and more screaming. Her ears laying back as she tried her best not to focus on it. Her priority at the moment being to stabilize her patient indefinitely. She prepared another hypo just in case, pulling it straight from her bandoleer again, cap slipping off thanks to a catch inside. Now that the rather large gash was cleaned up she sorted through her trauma-kit for a pre-threaded suture. She changed her position to a kneel to sitting overtop of the wounded Pomi, knees planting on the outside of both the officers legs as she leaned in close and held whatever skin she could push together tight as she threaded the suture through and attempted to sew the wound shut as much as she could. Most likely a very painful and arduous process for the patient to be sitting through, her gaze falling on the hypo she'd prepared for an emergency. Along the way she'd ease any externalized and extraverted organs back into place, snipping and clamping arteries and blood vessels as she went. She heard screams from a supposed revolutionary asshole over all the commotion, a slight roll of the eyes following. Most likely some mis-guided idealist bullshit cause they dedicated their lives too she felt tempted to lift her head and get a peek at them but-- decided against it after a moments consideration, she liked her head on her shoulders. Aside from that her focused remained, she might not even notice if a grenade would roll up behind them, secretly hoping the smoke that was laid out recently held forever..

Khaybat tries to keep up with Otto though she ends up losing ground when they move ahead of her so fast. Then she realizes she's lost track of them and the zeeb lets out a bleat of distress!

The jackal hears all the commotion and curses under his breath. They'd riled them up alright. What was that? Bitch with a ri...oh no. No time for second guessing. He leaps out the window, dagger still locked between his teeth, and latches onto the one opposite him, on the wall of the third structure. Passing by the dispatched enemies, he whistles softly to himself and nods in consideration of the rifle's punching power. Out the third building and onto the windowsill, the jackal takes one more leap and latches onto the wall of the hotel. Scurrying up the side, he moves in through a window off to the side on the third floor.

Once inside, he nears the gunfire coming from the ones unleashing a cascade of bullets upon his allies and creeps near them. *click* he pulls out a small cryo grenade and pulls the pin with a soft *flick* before rolling it on the ground towards the two.

• THUMP* The cannister pops unleashing a torrent of chemicals that both stick to the soldiers' clothing and freezes their bodies to the point of absolute stiffness, inducing shock and incapacitating them for just the minute Otto needed. Nearing the pair, he rolls the dagger between his fingers and smirks, "Gentlemen..." the jackal greets, before *THUD* he clonks one across the jaw hard enough to knock the poor sod clean out, then *SMACK* repeats the motion for the other. Dragging the bodies out of the way so that he is less likely to be seen, the jackal hides them in a room off to the side and improvizes two gags and rope out of the men's own frigid uniforms. He casts the two men a final glance and muses "Not your finest moment." before leaving them there for later pickup.

That done, he snickers and balances the knife onto one finger for a moment, before clutching it by the handle and fading back into the shade. Have to keep moving...

Meenah was doing her job rather nicely, the police officer doing an admirable job of not wailing as her intestines were being rearranged, nice mesentery she has there. By now, Meenah has almost stitched Domi completely. Someone is getting a reward for saving an officer's life.

Phos moved forward with the two officers flanking her and providing more fire. The chemically washed minutemen falling down to their hail of fire.

Lizzie made an admirable job of attracting fire that wasn't there anymore as more and more of the minutemen fell. The two police offers shrugged at Lizzie, "Well...how about we talk about this later? I want to make sure first they don't shoot my knot off." One of the two said. Speaking of gunshots, looks like Lizzie's wound was healing up nicely. She can walk on it mostly well now!

Khaybat sat next to the comatose man, using her adept programmes as the nanites rapidly began rebuilding the missing tissue in the young man's chest.

The doors of the hotel suddenly open as three more minutemen come out, one of them fires off a signal into the sky and the three immediately jump into position to begin trading fire with the approaching officers. "You will pay for this, scum. I promise you that, or my name is not Quincy." The two-centuries-late officer said as he left the balcony, is he coming down?!

Right then. Phosphorus immediately darts off to the side, trying to take cover behind debris, or a bit of building, or some sort of hard cover. She ejects her magazine, sticking it back into a pouch on her vest, before pulling a fresh one and sticking it in her rifle. Nice time for a tactical reload. The panda leans out of cover, quietly, taking a deep breath, discharging her gun in two-round bursts at each target, eyebrows furrowed, stance steady. Nothing she hasn't faced before, after all -- but the threat of death always hangs over the battlefield.

"Eh, I just like talkin' and shit. Passes the time between bullets ya know." Lizzie laughed, humming to herself as the amount of fire heading towards her seems to be rapidly decreasing with the arrival of the others. "Ah, that's startin' ta sound almost like I won't get my ass shot off if I peek out. Ever been shot in the ass. Stings like a bitch." She continued to just chatter on, grinning as the regeneration finally got her leg into a decent working order. Not the best but give it a minute she figured. "I was always a Sam Adams over a Quincy. Always a good decision. Fuck, I want a drink." She muttered, pulling out a little flask and tilting it back for a small pull. "Well, might as well see if I can get another fuckin' one of em down." She grinned wide, raising upwards cautiously when she could and snapping off a a shot towards the attackers left. All in all a good day.

Meenah felt as if she was really starting to make a difference now as the wound seemed to shrink with every following stitch, soft but shaky sighs leaving her lips as she did her best to keep a steady hand and not accidentally poke and prod the officer. Soon enough she was digging through her trauma kit again, taking a kneel beside the officer before pulling out her surgical stapler which was conveniently disposable after it ran out of staples. Having a cartridge of thirty which was more than enough to get this job done, without even a warning she started tracing over the suture lines with the stapler 'CLICK' 'CLICK' 'CLICK'. She went to work reinforcing the stitches and closing up what they couldn't with carefully placed staples. And before she knew it she was finished, finally able to get a good look at her surroundings noticing many of the people who'd appeared with her had moved on... She kept her medical equipment sprawled out on the ground, a still perfectly good hypo laying next to her recent patient. She slid her compact flamethrower around her back and into her hands, counting off ten hypos in her bandoleer before peeking from her cover for just a split second to make sure no one was sneaking up on them or even possibly surveying them from the rooftops. It was already a godsend she'd managed not to get shot or even grazed at this point. She flicked on the pilot light for the flamethrower and brushed her finger over the trigger's guard squatting down next to the officer and remaining alert as possible.

With that done Khaybat goes to take the guy's pewpew though whether she's being tactful or just thinks it's nicer than the little pistol she has already is hard to tell. Either way she's back to trying to catch up with Otto though who knows how much luck she'll have with that?

What's that noise? Ah... shit... had he gone into the wrong building? The jackal growls softly and works without thinking. He pulls a small ball-like grenade from his pouch and... well, two of them went down fairly easily. He takes a leap out the window and angles himself just right, before *THUD* falling from the third floor right on top of the man, over a hundred kilos of jackal felling the poor human in an instant, knocking him out cold. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Otto yells, then assuming they'd done so, leans down to pick the unconcious one up and move him off to the side for restraining. One more person to tortu-err... interrogate.