Knock him out and run.

Fuck this.

You have no hesitation. You deck this asshole, restraining your **** just enough to avoid killing him. He drops to the floor like a sack of bricks, with a loud crack. In the split second you keep your focus on him while turning to run, your bioscanner registers a shattered jaw and crushed nose. He's not getting back up any time soon.

Now in full alert with your senses and speed heightened to maximum, you charge back towards the entrance in a flash of movement. If there's anybody in your path, you're going to have to go through them.

Unknown numbers. Unknown threats. They'll be expecting me. Prepared for what I can do. But they're running on old tech, and I'm on the cutting edge. Speed is my advantage. Stay fast, stay low, don't stop, escape at all costs.

Without slowing your pace even a fraction, you crash through the door back into the bar, instinctively reaching a hand to your holsters.