He smirked a little at her admission.

“No, I just had to go from memory. I think it turned out well. Is it just like you remember?”

This distraction should [hopefully] give the archer the freedom from gunfire he needs to make a few strategic shots.

As the rest notice the interloping figure brutalizing their men, they open fire in his direction.

The plated door, shifted in front of him to shield himself, takes a magazine’s worth or two to the front plating, sparks wrought abound.

[ cont. ]

Dashing towards the rightmost transport, he would rip one of the inches-thick, metal plated doors right from the chassis with ease, wielding it by the handle in a very familiar fashion.

A shock-frozen soldier’s faceplate is caved in by the swinging door; another is slammed atop the helm.

[ cont. ]

Meanwhile, in a room down the eastern corridor, he was yanking the last of the hard disk drives out from the server unit they came for.

He arrives in the entry bay shortly after the vehicles arrive, sprinting through the cover of the smoke before it dissipated entirely.

[ cont. ]