"Understood. Any Zents between me and them? And what's the ETA on friendlies?"
Gus throws his supplies into the pilot bag and slings it over his back, using the plate carrier's waist clips to secure it. Cautiously, he exits the bathroom and the kitchen, looking at his surroundings over the counter.
Looking over the counter, you see some of the other businesses. Another restaurant directly across the street, a car dealership next door to it to the north, and a gas station to the south. You notice that there is a parachute hanging off the edge of the dealership showroom's roof, and a glance to your GPS map shows you that it is where the AWACS thinks your teammate went down.
: No Imperial forces in your immediate area, but we're seeing recon units headed in your direction. We can only assume they're looking for you and Hawkeye.
"Gh- loving forget."
Yui hits the ground, a bit faster than expected. She falls to one knee, and checks her pilot bag and her surroundings.
Between the searing pain and nerve spasms, you find it incredibly difficult to stand. A look around your immediate surroundings tells you that you high up, atop of some sort of building. A tall sign nearby proudly displays the badge of the Colt Motor Company, and as you crawl over to the edge of the building to look down, you see dozens upon dozens of cars filling the lot. There appears to be no roof access, but there is a semi truck parked close enough by that you could jump down onto it without injuring yourself.
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