Split up

Exiting the hover car and running through the dissipating smoke, the three women stopped to try and look for the deserter.

Around them, the members of the ground were dispersing, running for safety. All of them had been around the shady side of Galaxia Seven long enough to realize that, round there, cowardice was a virtue. And those of them that recognized Judy Black realized that her presence immediately upgraded cowardice to the only virtue worth mentioning.
Her hands on her guns, Judy let a large gob of spit fly from her lips to splat onto the broken tarmac.

As the smoke had finally cleared, they were able to get scan the surrounding area.
Neither Jenna nor Kaylah needed more than a few seconds to determine that the cave and the abandoned building were the two most probably place for which Rollins had run after dropping the smoke grenade.

“Alright, bitches. Where do you figure that this sly little yellow fucker’s gone then?” Judy asked them. While a good bounty hunter and brawler, Judy Black was not a chemically enhanced soldier; when it came to tracking the man without visual equipment, she would have to rely on the two marines.

“The abandoned house at two o’clock, or the cave at 11.” Kaylah replied, her hands holding firmly the sawed-off combat shotgun which she was carrying.
“Fine, the little swine’s in one of those two then.” Judy spat again, her face contorted by disgust.

Thereafter, Judy took control and decided that she and Kaylah would enter the cave, trying at least to get some idea of how big it was, while Jenna would search the house.
Once Jenna had secured the building, she would join Kaylah and Judy, and all three of them would search the cave.
Splitting up as Judy had said, the trio went to work.