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"Alright, everyone be calm and let's get on out of here. We have..." Tyr started before more chatter over the comm stopped him

“Simon to Peregrine,” Simon’s voice crackled in over headset, “the cop radio claims that the riots are spreading in your direction. I suggest that you get a move on.”

“Roger Simon,” Peregrine replied, “what’s the ETA on the rioters?” Tyr shook his head as he figured she'd be thinking about staying right about now.

“Two, three minutes, maybe…” Simon told her, “Just get out of there.”

“Tyr to Peregrine, do as Simon says. The Bison is better suited for a hot extraction, head for the highway and home.”

"Roger that." Tyr heard Peregrine say.

"Out the way we came in." Tyr stated, motioning for Jake to take point for a moment.

Fire Fox moved with Jake, "Something happen?"

"Later." Jake said tensely.

Dove was still kneeling by the young guard they had propped up against the wall. "You okay?"

"I'll be fine. I think we should take him with though..." Dove said, in a monotone way.

"Why?"

"Well, this place is owned by Brackhaven. This could be a scene of a major riot, and he won't survive..."

Suddenly Jake and Fire Fox were back, "Tyr, we have problems. Simon and Mr. Clean are off to save Peregrine. And as we passed a window we saw really large group of orks roaming outside the complex here." Jake said by way of explaining why they were back, "I scanned them...there's a lot of anger. I think they're getting ready to..."

A loud explosion rocked the building cutting off Jake. This was followed by small arms fire. Tyr was still calm, "How do you know Simon and Mr. Clean went after Peregrine?"

Firefox tapped his head, indicating his internal headphone, "Mr. Clean called me. He said he and Simon had to go to Peregrine. Said no one should die alone..."

Tyr nodded, though hoped it wasn't that dire. "How are we..." he was cut off as a jingling was heard, though only slightly, over the gunfire. Tyr looked back to Dove.

Dove smiled, not a full smile, but a smile. "Greg has a car."

Tyr nodded, "With his pay it's probably crap but it should get us out of the immediate vicinity. Jake, wake him up and let's go."

As if proving Mr. Clean right Peregrine's almost panicked voice came over the head set. “Peregrine to Tyr and Simon, I’m immobilized and pinned down!”

“Roger.” Was the tense reply from Simon.

"Tell Mr. Clean no matter what, until Peregrine is safe, it's weapons free." Tyr told Fire Fox. "Now let's move."