"Alice! C'mon!" A series of explosions open holes in the cieling. I follow her out the second floor's door. I look back as soldiers fall through the ceiling. Whiskey opens a door outside, leaps to pipe on the exterior and slides down. "Your turn!" The firefight forces the soldiers on the ground to head inside. She shushes me and points to some abandoned spray paint. I grin and grab one, then she tosses me a lighter. She whispers, "I shoot, you burn those fuckers." I nod and we sneak to a jeep.

A UM-70 hovers above to shine a spotlight on us. She gets in the jeep. Blackened soldiers and people walk out the building. The guns have stopped shooting within minutes?! I flick the lighter and hold it. "I'll kill you all!" One of them opens their mouth, a spike shoots out at one of the tires. "Shit!" I spray a flame at him and he starts flailing towards us. I kick him back as he burns away. "Get in!" I jump in and one grabs my foot. I slam the door twice and his arm comes clean off, then she zooms us away.

The arm crawls by it's claws on the floor. I open the door and kick it out. "Don't worry! We're home free!" A single man blocks our way ahead. He flexes his arms and they grow out of proportion. He gets in a stance as I buckle my seatbelt. "There's no fuckin way, bitch!" She goes seventy and smacks into him. We stop dead in our tracks, the windshield shatters, the airbags deploy. Whiskey stabs our air bags as he pounds on the hood, then the engine shuts off. "You can't run!" I flick the lighter. "Fuck off!"

He flips the car before the flame catches him. Whiskey gets out the window and I unbuckle. I rub my head and the guy leans down. He drags me out by my feet. He roars in my face before a metal arm swings him away like nothing. A metal faceplate opens as his girls burn the man, "Milo?!" "Engen's gone. We better run."

I shout, "Where's Whiskey?" She gets out from behind a tree. "Great, the Ratchets." Milo raises his giant metal finger, "Got no time for this Whiskey! Engen just-" "I heard, bitch." I turn to Krystal, "No hard feelings, Tango?" "It's Alice and yeah. Just watch out for Bolt."

Milo kneels down as more soldiers stomp in from behind us. "Lock an arm in!" I grab onto a handle and step on a metal platform on his armor. Whiskey hops up and so do the rest. Krystal smiles, "Let's get outta here, Milo!" He turns around and stomps down in the dirt as they shoot at us. A car rolls up on a hill and it's lights turn off.