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Lady Blackhawk	Once airborne, the Blackhawk helicopter accelerates to cruise speed with its lone passenger. In the cockpit is none other than Lady Blackhawk herself, garbed in a black flight suit, leather jacket, and captain's hat. She speaks to her passenger through the intercom now. "Alright now, sugah, we got one stop t'make on our way. New team member, an' all that. You'll like her."     Zinda angles the big bird towards Lenox Hill Hospital in New York City. Shutting off the exterior lights as they approach the metroplex, she drops down below radar and turns on the nap-of-the-earth sensor suite. "Might be a bit hairy, since we'll be dodgin' buildings." she warns. Flipping another switch, the rotor noise almost disappears as the chopper goes into 'whisper' mode.     Nurse Billings received a text message earlier, stating that her services were required tonight. There was also a pickup time that she was supposed to be waiting on the roof. And coincidentally enough, her supervisor told her that she could leave early... about an hour before the pickup.
Sandra Billings	Standing on the roof is Sandy Billings, who is wearing her scrubs top and a pair of jeans. She looks tired, but curious as she looks around the roof to see exactly who it is that she is meeting up here. Surely Superman isn't needing her to put a bandaid on. At least she had the good sense to give her beloved blueberry, Hank McCoy, a head's up just in case. You know, just in case she gets tossed off a room tonight. Taking a long sip from her coffee tumbler, she looks to get herself hyped up enough to continue staying awake through the night. When you're on the clock and knee deep in some man's guts, it's easy to live off the adrenaline. Now on a roof in the middle of the night? It's easy to fall asleep. ".. Hello.. mystery guest.." She trails off.
June	"Well damn," June says as she can hear herself think for the first time since takeoff. "Why don't you just have that on all the time?" she asks. "Just make sure you actually dodge the buildings and we're cool," she comments as they make the approach.
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda chuckles into the intercom. "A lady don't show everythin' she's got on th' first date, sugah." she quips back. "Ah hope y'all brought enough bubblegum for th' rest of the class." And the chopper does indeed fly below rooftop level, the flat black fuselage and absence of even running lights making it all but invisible.     While Sandy waits on the roof, she first feels the breeze picking up. Okay, so it's becoming downright windy. Then the blacked-out UH-60 rises up to the roof level, rotors dampened but definitely moving a lot of air. A light touch on the controls, then the bird settles on the helipad. "Open up an' invite our guest inside, June."
Sandra Billings	At the sound of the noise, followed by the rush of wind that whips through her hair, Sandy glances up from her phone and her round of expert Candy Crush gameplay. She stares at the heliocopter for a long moment, then rubs a hand along her face a few times as if to make sure she didn't nod off. Peeking into the windows, she squints her eyes. "Zinda, is that you? You couldn't have just called me a taxi?" She probably would have been less shocked if it 'was' Superman showing up for a bandaid. Raking her fingers through her hair a few times to try and untangle it, she waits for the doors to open.
June	"Nope, I'm a selfish bitch," June answers the bubblegum question. She undoes the buckle, and gets up from her seat, heading to the door and pulling it open. She's not the standard military type by any stretch, her half-shaved head with striped blonde and red streaks of hair flying around. Piercings in her nose and enough earrings to open her own shop, she is decidedly a fringe personality before she even opens her mouth. She's dressed in a shredded black Offspring T-shirt and shredded black jeans.     "Hi. Hear you need a ride."
Lady Blackhawk	An external speaker squawks just then, surprisingly clear over the muted sounds of the rotors and all that wind. <Hey, sugah! We were jus' headin' out do to a little shopping, and thought y'all might wanna join us. Clock's tickin'... that sale won't last forever.> Yep, that's definitely Zinda. The wheels touch down on the helipad, but she's keeping the full weight from settling.     And all the while, Zinda monitors air traffic on multiple channels at once. Nope, they officially still don't exist yet. Over the intercom, Zinda adds for June's benefit. "Get her settled an' strapped in quick, honey. We sorta ain't s'posed to be here..."
Sandra Billings	Shopping? On a Black Ops Copter? Sandy pauses for a moment, drains the rest of her coffee in one gulp, then steps forward. The copter may give a 'bit' of a wiggle as she steps into it as her center of gravity shifts to compensate before she slides into a chair and straps in. She gives June a quick smile as her eyes roam along her appearance. "Hello! I'm Sandy. Zinda, is this the type of shopping trip that ends up on the news and then I get fired in the morning for it?" She sends off another text to Hank. << Hi baby. Being kidnapped by my girlfriends in a copter. I may need bail money. Love you. >>
June	June heads back to her seat. She doesn't smile back, but it isn't a directed 'I'm not smiling' type of attitude. "Well, if I do my part right, then nobody knows it happened," she says. "Got a lead on a dickhead, Tryin' to get in and get his dirt. This guy won't want any news reports either."     June's appearance makes her questionably young looking, though she carries herself like someone who wouldn't think twice about calling the Hulk a sissy.     "I'm June, by the way. I do the breaking and entering shit."
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda feels the chopper settle with the additional weight, and rights it automatically. Hearing the seat belts click and the door slide closed again, she doesn't wait. The big bird eases to one side off of the roof, then suddenly dives to fly somewhere above the power lines but below the rooftops.     "Good evenin', and thank you for flyin' Blackhawk Air. Please ensure your seat backs and tray tables are in the upright an' locked position. Once we get clear of th' city I'll take us up a bit, but might wanna hold on for a few minutes."
Sandra Billings	"Oh. So .. this is like a mission?" Sandy says as she looks down at her powerder blue scrubs, then back over to the others. "Okay, so .. is this the type of mission that will give me PTSD later or .. something?" She rubs at her eyes for a moment with a fist, then pats her pockets down to pull out some energy drink gum to pop a few sticks in her mouth to chew on. "I'm takeing your copter doesn't do drive-thrus, huh?" "So, Zinda.. June .. what kinda trouble are we getting into? I take it Batgirl isn't joining us?" She asks as she leans back into the chair, peeking out the window. "I've never been in a copter before. This is .. uh .. not normal life for me."
June	"Yeah, pretty badass, huh?" June says, now cracking a smile of her own. "Zinda's job is the shit. So, there's this guy, Carl Rambo..." she pulls a file from the black bag at her feet, and looks it over. "Shit his name is hard. Rambo...scheuen...scheffer? Shifer? Fuck it, Carl Rambo. He has a bunch of local law in his court cuz he's got shit on them, probably pervert stuff. So he's at the top of his own little mountain, running some drug operations, never gettin' his hands dirty. Lives like everything is good. Batgirl found some bits on her internets-" she waggles her fingers like it's a magic spell, "-but nothin that we can really stick him on. He does though have like a little army that protects him at this pretty farm of his." She hands a satellite picture of a farm complex.
Lady Blackhawk	True to her word, once they are clear of the city proper, the chopper climbs a little and levels off. Zinda listens through the intercom, and occasionally speaks as well. But mostly she's content to let June do the explaining. "That's right, ladies. June, here is makin' her entrance all stealthy-like. That's her thing. Ah'm just the taxi driver..." Pause. "An' the cavalry, if it's needed. If she gets stuck, Ah'm to respond with 'extreme prejudice', as they call it."     "An' as for your part in this little story? Yer' th' backup, Sandy. All goes well, an' June sneaks back without a fuss. If not, then Ah'll get the chopper close, an' you make sure she gets in. This bird is... how do they say... 'tolerant of small arms fire', but that don't mean Ah'm all excited about gettin' shot at."
Sandra Billings	"You want me to be the backup?" There's a laugh from Sandy. "I've taken three women's self defense classes and I'm a trauma nurse. I really hope that you don't expect me to hold a machine gun and go full Terminator in there. I try and save lives, not so much as take them. So, I really hope you're as sneaky as a ninja." She says, that one to June. She sighs, tapping away on her phone again as she blows some mousey brown hair away from her face. << Hi Blueberry. So, this girl's night out may involve a nasty drug dealer and gang members. I may be late for our scones breakfast! I'll let you know how it goes later. Love you muffin! >> She hums to herself as she thumbs the glass.
June	"I mean, that's exactly what I am," she says to Sandy. Once they are higher in the air, she unbuckles her belt, and stands up. She doesn't ask if Sandy minds, hey, she's a nurse, right? But she strips her shirt off right there, tossing it on the floor, and pulling a sundress out of the bag. Very ninja. It's even yellow with a flowery print. The removal of her shirt, though, exposes that she has several tattoos on her upper body. One that is a dragon snaking around her midsection, and the other is something that the people of NYC have become familiar with in the last year. It's the emblem of the Foot Clan, right on her left shoulder. She soon pulls the dress over her top, and shimmies the pants off, tossing them also in a heap.
Lady Blackhawk	"Alright, ladies, fifteen minutes to our drop zone." Zinda keeps the rotors in whisper mode, churning about 3 points West of North. "June, Ah'll set down just out of earshot of the farm an' keep the motor runnin'. Mah comm is on, so you sing out if y'all need any help. Ah got you on GPS, so we'll know where you are if Ah need to start shootin'." Reaching up, Zinda flips another switch and the interior lights change to red.
Sandra Billings	"You're a ninja in .. a picnic dress?" Sandy asks as her brows raise upwards as her eyes roam along the various markings and ink. She has seen that foot symbol before somewhere. Where though? On a patient a few years back who came in close to death and various broken bones? The details are so fuzzy. She reaches up to rub at her eyes with a few knuckles. "Well, good luck, June! I have some mace in my purse if you want to bring it along." She says with a noise of amusement in her throat, trying to sound encouraging. "I'm sure you'll... get 'em.." She swings her fist upwards across her chest. Right-O.
June	June smirks, "Well, if I ran around in black pajamas, everyone would know I'm a ninja, right?" She digs in her bag again, and pulls out some makeup. She dabs it over the footprint tattoo, and tosses it back in the bag before grabbing a bottle of red fluid. She squirts it into her hair, mixing it in so that the blonde streaks disappear. "Ninjas use whatever they got to get the job done. Most guys are suckers for bein' big heros, even the scum bags, because they hope it will get them laid." She tosses the bottle in the bag, then grabs some sanitary wipes out to clean her hands. "I just walk in the front door, they see me as some poor girl lost and afraid and shit, they think they are gettin' some, let me in, and I pretty much get all the evidence we need."     She shrugs, "Well, at least in theory. This is probably where we cut to the part where I'm running the fuck for my life as they shoot at me."
Lady Blackhawk	There's a soft chuckle over the intercom at the 'black pajamas' comment, no doubt coming from the cockpit. "Yeah, well that's the part when you call in th' cavalry, sugah." Zinda offers. "Ah got just about everythin' you could want on this bird, right up to turnin' your target into a big, smokin' crater. It's a nice approach y'all got, though."
Sandra Billings	".. You guys know I'm bulletproof and crazy strong right? Why don't we both go. I can be the older sister with the broken down car and my little sister." Sandy jerks her thumb towards June. "Has to really pee and I need to call a tow truck and my phone is dead because I use T-Mobile and we all know their service is trash. That way they have to split their attention. June can go to the bathroom, which gives her an excuse to sneak about, and they can focus on me." Her broad shoulders lift upwards, rubbing the back of her neck. "And I am still wearing my scrubs. So.. I reek of desperation of getting to work on time. That way, we don't need to send me in late, or use machine guns."
June	June pauses, she looks at the scrubs, "Actually, that's not a bad idea," she admits. "Okay, let's do this, and hopefully we can get in and out and no craters necessary." She picks up a handpurse that is also in the black bag of many things, and hops off the Blackhawk. "Okay, so I got this," she says. "It's full of not girly shit. Green is a poison gas, black is smoke," she holds up each of the small pellets between her fingers. "So you know which one I'm throwin'." She puts them back in, and pulls out a small kunai. "Oh, and a few sharp objects." The sundress whips violently around her from the helicopter as she hits the ground.
Lady Blackhawk	Another soft chuckle from the cockpit. "We ain't even landed an' we're already improvisin'. Ah LOVE this job!" she replies. The rotors are whisper-quiet as the big bird sets down, the wind outside whipping around as the door is opened. "You gals be careful, now! An' Ah'll be close iffin' y'all need me." Once the passengers have disembarked, the chopper lifts off and hovers just above treetop level, pointed towards the target building.
Sandra Billings	As she hops off the copter, Sandy takes in a deep breath as she feels her hair whip about in the rush from the blades above. Once she lifts up and takes off, she looks over towards June and nods her head. "Lead the way, ninja girl. I'm going by the name of Becky by the way." She says as she plucks her 'Sandy' nametag off, tossing it into a bush. "I can't be killed via impact, but I can definitely drown, be suffocated, or poisoned. So .. geezus.. this is so .. uh.. real now. Just give me a head's up before you do any of that."
June	"You come up with that yourself?" June asks over the raising helicopter's blades, grass and leaves shooting around as Rita takes off. "That's actually a really good fake name. Always use fake names with as few letters in common with your real name as possible. I was gonna gow ith Cara, but Becky and Meera sound like sister names more," she says, as if she just came up with it of the cuff. "Okay, so we get in," she says, walking in the direction of the complex. "I go to the shitter to recon, and you just give them your sob story about havin' to go to work. "You okay if they like, try to bend you over or anything? Cuz..." she winces. "I mean, it's possible. And...are you really bulletproof? Cuz you said the whole PTSD thing, and I figure those are two things that might give it to ya if you aren't ready."
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda overhears Sandy's explanation to June and files it away for later. She remembered Sandy mentioning falling on a grenade and apparently that was a literal thing. The helicopter holds position as a dark blur against the stars, rotor wash rustling the upper branches of the trees. Several things go through her mind as June lays out possibilities, one of which was giving Sandy a gun. Then again that would blow the whole cover. <Y'all jus' lemme know when you're ready to run for it.> she offers into their earpieces.
Sandra Billings	"If they try and bend me over, I will put a few dents in their skulls. I went through eight years of college, trust me, I've had my share of idiots try and grab me. It's not like I'd even feel it anyways. Drawback to my powers. Made sex life in college non-existant. What'd be the point if I can't actually enjoy it?" Sandy says with a frown on her face, pressing her lips together in a tight line. "But woe to them if they even so much as try and do something stupid like that. I'm being serious. Zinda may not need the machine guns." "And I was mostly joking about the PTSD. I look death in the eyes every night at the ER. In my area, crime is high and success rate is not very good. At some point you just gotta detach and do your job and save the tears for your coffee and blueberry muffin in the morning when you get off."
June	June pauses, sizes Sandra for a moment, and shrugs, "Okay, let's do this then." It's several hundred yards, but of course they reach the entrance to the farm complex. A man in a polo and jeans spots them approaching, and intercepts them. He has a pistol on his hip, and looks them over. "Hi ladies, you a little lost tonight?" he asks.     "YES. We are like, totally screwed, my sister Becky has to get to work, she came to get me from this super crappy date, and then her car broke down and now we're stuck like, literally in the middle of nowhere."
Sandra Billings	As she walks up to them, Sandy puts on a frazzled look on her face as she rubs a hang along her eyes. "Yeah, is it okay if we call a tow truck? My phone died and I didn't charge it." She says with a loud yawn. "I just got off a sixteen hour shift a few hours ago before I had to pick her up." She says with obvious frustration in her voice. "And if I can't get this fixed before my shift starts I'm going to be in trouble. Got any coffee? I could use a coffee." She sounds like an overworked nurse, that's for sure. The kind that survives on coffee and adrenaline. "Oh. Hi. I'm Becky. Like she said." She says with another yawn, covering her mouth as she arches her back a bit.
June	"So..." the man says, "You are starting a shift or getting off a shift?" he asks. "You really shouldn't be out in the middle of the night like this. But I get it. Hang on."     He pulls out a phone, and punches a few numbers to unlock it. "Here ya go," he says, handing the phone over. "Can't let you go past here, y'know, though, this is a private property. The owner doesn't like people comin' on site." He hands the phone to 'Becky' casually, it doesn't sound like he suspects anything, at least.
Sandra Billings	Yawning again, Sandy reaches out to take the phone from him. "When you work sixteen hour shifts, it's literally coming and going at the same time. I have enough time to get home, roll out of my clothes into the shower where I sleep for thirty minutes in there, roll back out into my clothes, eat maybe a bowl of ramen, then get get back in the car and drive through traffic back to work because they will, and always will, call you for additional overtime because everyone in the city is dumb." She goes on a ramble as she pokes at the buttons on the phone. "Uh, do you have the number for Triple A?" She says with a sigh. "I guess I can .. Google it.. I'm not gonna get a porn site if I launch your browser am I? Not that I care. I've taken some weird things out of people before." She gives a glance over towards June for a moment, then back to the man. "What's your name, so I can properly thank you."
June	"Michael," the man answers. "Look, I don't got numbers for anybody. Do you have anyone who can just come get you or something?" he asks. He looks mildly uncomfortable with the presence of these two strange women. June licks her lips as Sandy talks to the man. She looks back at the farm house, and then wanders behind him, toward the house. "Can I like, use the little girls' room? I mean, even if we have someone coming, I'm in a dress, and... y'know?" she asks, giving her best innocent look.     Michael swaps his attention. "Um." He looks like he's not sure how to respond.     "I'll only be like 2 minutes, I promise. Thanks so much!" she doesn't wait for a real answer, but hoofs it toward the farmhouse, and opens the screen door. "Hello?" She's greeted by someone who seems uninterested in her entry.     "Who're you?" a dark skinned man asks.     "I just gotta pee real quick, my sister's borrowin' Michael's phone. He said I could go use the little girl's room." The second man looks a little puzzled, uncertain regarding what's happening.
Sandra Billings	"Thanks, Michael. I mean, I guess I could just call my broher and have him come over, but it's the middle of the night and that means I'd owe him and he's a real asshole." Sandy says with a loud sigh as she wrinkles up her nose a bit. "He's one of those hold it over your head types if you know what I mean? He'll be passive aggressive, then he'll blame me and say it's my fault my engine died even though I just got it serviced three weeks ago. Knowing those guys they probably fucked my car up so I'd have to go back and give them more money." As she pokes at the phone a bit more, she gives Michael a bright smile, then launches the browser. Her eyes glances down at the screen, then back up to him with her brows raised. ".. Nice. Not my style, but, you know.. " She taps away until she can launch Triple A, then searches for a local one. "Okay! Be quick." She says to 'Meera' as she heads off to use the bathroom. "Sorry, she's been holding that for the past thirty minutes."
June	"Michael, you tell her she could go in?" the second man asks.     "What?" Michael asks, then is caught by Sandy's 'nice' comment. "What?" he glances back to the phone, his attention divided fiercely. June pushes past the large guardian. "Thanks so much! she calls out, and rushes into the farmhouse. "Where is it?"     "Hey wait," the second guard says, "You can't just- it's not that way, under the stairs." He disappears inside after her.
Sandra Billings	"Who's that? Your brother?" Sandy asks as she scrolls through his phone, fumbling with the website in search of a local phone number. Turning her attention to Michael, she gives him a bright smile, then tips a wink. "You know what." She says, then lifts the phone up to her ear after dialing a number. "Yeah, Hi.. My name is Becky Johnson. I have a broken Ford F150 on.. um... ah .. sheesh.. what was that road called again.." She looks up at Michael, hoping for some help. "What is that road called about two miles down, um.. intersects with this one.. and then about.. two blocks.. away from that? Was it .. Fredericks.. or .. something? It started with an F. Oh, for fuck sake." She sighs out loudly, canting her glance towards the farmhouse briefly.
June	"The road?" Michael echoes. "Um... I don't know. Highway 157 is that way."     Meanwhile inside June finds the bathroom, of course, there's a guy right outside it. Well, at least she actually did have to go to the bathroom. After doing her business she exits. the man escorts her back to the door, and she suddenly trips, shoving her foot backward to knock her chaperone down as well. On top of her. "Oh, sorry!" she pleads forgiveness as the man quickly tries to roll off her for awkwardness. Which of course is the moment she uses to roll back herself on top of him, putting him in a sleeper hold. In a moment he's out, and she's free to roam the house. Room after room she searches, until she finds the office. Her phone comes out of the bag, and she snaps a few pictures of the incriminating documents, and then starts down the stairs again, rushing out the door. "Phew, I feel better, Becky how's the tow coming?" she asks.
Sandra Billings	"Uh.. yeah. Highway 157. I remember seeing a mile marker .. um.. thirteen? Yeah, thirteen! Okay. Thank you soooo much! What's your name again? Steven. Steven, you sound like a real sweetheart." After hanging up, Sandy turns and hands the phone back to Michael as she watches June head out of the house. "Hey, I really appreciate this, you letting her use the bathroom and letting me call Triple A. We're gonna get going and walk back to the car. They said it'd be an hour or so anyways so we have plenty of time." She lifts her hand to June. "All good, Meera." She gives a quick stretch of her body, cracking a few joints in her plump frame. "Well, take care and enjoy the rest of your night." She says as she starts off once June reaches her side.
Lady Blackhawk	At the edge of 'normal' visual range the Blackhawk helicopter hovers quietly. Zinda watches the house through infrared optics and listens to the various conversations on the headset. "Y'all oughta work in television." she offers. "An' no, don't say nothin' back. Jus' stay in character an' get the hell outta there."
June	June grins at Sandy as she reaches her to indicate she got what she needed. Piece of-     Just as the phone is handed back, it crackles with a radio line. "-Farmhand 2 to all Farmhand team. Farmhand 4 is down. Secure the site immediately!-"     Michael looks at his phone in a surprised manner, then starts to reach for his pistol. June snapes a kick out at his holster, breaking the clip off and sending the holstered gun sprawling. "Shit. Was a boring date anyway," she comments. "Let's go!"
Sandra Billings	There is a visible wince from Sandy at the crackle from the radio. Before she can go back into actress mode, June is already swinging out her foot and kicking a gun. She steps forward, throwing out a fist to slap it in the poor man's head, most likely sending him several feet back. She at least pulled the punch enough so not to crack his skull open, or kill the man, but he most likely will be out. "We should get his radio so we know where they're coming and going as we get out of here." She watches TV at least. A lot of Die Hard.
Lady Blackhawk	Lady Blackhawk listens in her headset, the black chopper hovering quietly just above the treetops. "Come back to mama, Team." she offers calmly, watching the infrared signatures near the house. Zinda thumbs a toggle, switching to the 20mm Vulcan cannon loaded with beanbag rounds. "Guns are hot. Jus' a lil' closer, an' I'll make these fellas wish they were on Omaha Beach."
June	June blinks as Sandy lays out the man in a single punch. "Damn girl, that's a hell of a jab. She grabs the phone/radio and tosses it to Sandy. "You can keep up with it, then," she offers, and picks up the gun holster. She pulls it free, checks the mag, and crack hiss of a bullet zings by, another guard is on the front step. June cracks off a couple shots that go wide, but cause the man to duck a little.     "-All Farmhands, intruders at front gate!-" comes the response on the radio. June turns and starts running in the direction of where she knows the whirlybird rescue is.
Sandra Billings	Grabbing the radio, Sandy attaches it to her jeans beneath her scrub. Ducking instinctively at the bullet that wizzes by, she lets out a heavy breath. "I may be bulletproof, but they still hurt when they hit me." She calls over to June, pushing her forward so that she can take up the rear and cover her. Following after her, she dials the volume on the radio a bit so not to give them away as she hustles. She isn't fast. She's a big girl and thus has a lumber about her. She huffs and wheezes. "Ninjas.. are .. too .. fast..." She puffs out, trying to keep her head down.
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda watches everything through the optics, the black chopper lifting a little higher. "Lemme see if Ah ken buy y'all a little more time." she offers. Angling the nose down, she sights in on the house and squeezes off a few bursts. Beanbags or not, 20 millimeter projectiles are still 20 millimeter projectiles. With the chopper in whisper mode and no tracer rounds in the guns, the only thing the Farmhands hear is a couple of short, low buzzing sounds followed by exploding windows along the front of the house... behind them.
June	"-Farmhand 3 is down! We have multiple engagements!-" comes the radio as the beanbags start pounding the house. Suddenly there is the snap of several lights flooding the property, June and Sandra casting long shadows as they head for the trees. June squints up, knowing the blackhawk is there somewhere, but can't see it herself. A three round burst comes from the house, in the direction of the helicopter, only along the ground. Clearly, he doesn't know where it's coming from. Two more men rush toward the house from a barn about a 100 yards off, pistols drawn.     "Sandy, we gotta get you a cardio workout," she critiques casually as she tucks into a divet between two trees. "Where is she? I can't see through the light glare."
Sandra Billings	"Good luck with that." Sandy grunts as she follows after as best she can go. "Mutant power kinda prevents me from being a Barbie doll. It's how I'm built. Like a Ford truck." Once she makes her way into the trees, she winces at the sounds of more gunshots. "I don't know, I can't see a damn thing in here, but at least they're kinda peeling back to the house now so she's lighting them up."
Lady Blackhawk	Lady Blackhawk follows the retreat through infrared optics, watching the agents and pursuers alike. "Jus' keep right on a'runnin, ladies. Straight on. Ah'll set down an' hit the lights when y'all get close." Zinda's voice squawks in their earpieces. Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzzt! She squeezes a couple more bursts at the house, then she walks a zig-zag line back from the house through the brush to spill a couple of the pursuers as well. "Yee-HAW! Take that, ya' jackals!"
June	June smirks at Sandy's remark. Of course she's the reverse problem, she is a bit too skinny for the barbie look. "There," she points, my mutant power says she's right there." Of course, she can't see her still, she's going off the angle that one of the guards takes a beanbag to the face. She pulls out the purse, and a small smoke pellet. "Ready? On three." She throws the pellet out and several yards away, striking it against a tree in the opposite direction. A plume of gray smoke draws the attention, and a couple guards start shooting in that direction.     "Three." She gets up and starts sprinting to where she thinks the Blackhawk is.
Sandra Billings	"Three!" Sandy wheezes out as she follows after her. By now, she can taste copper in her throat. She really needs a personal trainer, or a Danger Room. There is no way she'll ever be scaling buildings and using bat-grappling hooks to wiz about the city. "Hey Z, I think we're close!" She says outloud. Her breathing sounds pained as she clutches at her side. ".. I can take a grenade to the gut but I can't run a half mile. Oh my God, Sandy."
Lady Blackhawk	Lady Blackhawk can see everything, with her optics as well as the elevation. "Alright, ladies, gonna set 'er down now." Pushing a button, the side door slides open and the helicopter angles sideways to let June and Sandy run straight in. Wheels touch the ground, but the big bird keeps the rotors turning; resting only lightly on the wheels. There's a flicker of the dim, green lighting inside for the girls to run towards as well. Just in case the wind wasn't enough of a clue.
June	June takes the point, going first and making a bee line for the helicopter. A bullet strikes the windshield, not penetrating, but giving a crack on the co-pilot's side. The second of the burst can be heard ricocheting as it glances the metal body, and the third, the third hits June in the forearm. It's just a graze, but it's still an assault rifle, so the blood slings dramatically out to the side as she dives and rolls into the door. No time to worry about that now, though, she moves back to the door, passing the gun to her right hand taking some potshots to keep fire off Sandy. Some days it just doesn't pay to be a south paw, and that might be some of the worst shooting that's ever been scene as the bullet hits the ground, hits the opposite side of the house as the target, hits thin air.
Lady Blackhawk	"Hold on, gals!" Zinda calls out loudly enough to be overhead inside the chopper, now. The Blackbird may be 'resistant to small arms fire', but that doesn't mean she likes being shot at. June tumbles in and then the chopper's weight shifts as Sandy falls forward inside as well. Zinda stabs the 'Door Close' button as the wheels leave the turf, immediately turning the bird around to shield the closing door from pursuers. There are a few more 'ting-ting-ting' sounds as bullets ricochet off of the hull, followed by a sudden LURCH as the bird goes quickly vertical. Inside, things become a lot quieter as the door seals and Zinda accelerates quickly, the dark chopper vanishing into the night. "Ah'd love to dust them fellas up a bit more, or maybe raze the place to th' ground. But that ain't the mission. Ya'll okay back there?"
June	Adrenaline is a funny thing. June nods, "Yeah, not a scratch," she declares, hand gripping one of the handholds on the ceiling as the blackhawk lifts to the air. It seems she hasn't notices the blood running down her left arm yet, and takes a deep breath of relief, now out of danger. Sure she's been under fire before, and this is far from the closest brush with death that she's had. Still, getting shot at isn't fun for anyone.
Sandra Billings	Panting heavily, Sandy is sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with her eyes wide. "Holy shit. I can't believe I just did that." She takes a few moments to breathe and try her best to calm down. As her eyes roam over towards June, a look of concern fills her eyes at the sight of the blood. "You're bleeding. Did you get shot?" She asks as she rises up and scoots over towards her. "Take your shirt off. Let me take a look at you." With that, she's reaching for the medical kit on board to patch up her commrade and teammate.
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda relaxes as the house and commotion disappear rapidly behind them. All the same, she knows how many good pilots bought it on the way back from missions because they let their guard down. She keeps the Blackhawk low and the exterior lights off. "Lemme know if Ah need to set down at a hospital, Sandy. Otherwise, looks like we're golden." There's a pause as she switches channels on the mic. "Oracle, this is Lady Blackhawk reportin' in. Mission Accomplished."