Faw peeks out from the side of the car and takes a look at the massive dust cloud.
He pops back into cover, wipes the sweat off his face, and turns around to talk to Bell.
"Bell, Whatever the Zents dropped in those pods can't be good. If we try to outfight a squad of combat drones we're not going to come back in one piece. We should get the forget back to the VTOL."
Faw leans out from cover and steadies his carbine on the edge of the car, providing overwatch for the soldiers in the middle of the street.