The assassin recovers quickly and rolls into a crouch, drawIng a molecular stiletto from his boot. “Well this is a pleasant surprise. There’s a bounty on your head too, torturer.” The man lunges and misses, but manages to regain his feet in the attempt. Just then, the lift lurches, a sure sign it is about to begin its descent.
Outside, the tactical watercraft makes good on its escape, under cover of the flak gun. Some of the projectiles reach the resort itself, bouncing off the walls at seemingly random trajectories, obviously some form of non-lethal rounds. With Crispin down, the empire must have higher priorities at the moment- which suits the renegade unit just fine.
The Omwati slicer Zyi speeds to meet them, boarding just before the stern canopy closes, and the tac-boat reaches open water. As soon as it has sufficient depth, the watercraft dives beneath the surface and disappears from sight.
Banshee Squad escorts the Squamatan insurrectionists from the beach scuffle to holding cells. It is unclear if these brawlers have been indoctrinated into the rebellion, which obviously has a presence here- but they were most assuredly being groomed for it.
The diminutive ID9 clings to one of the Stormcrow’s wings, capturing the entire scene below, relaying it to Yularen’s office in real time. The true objective of the mission had been very much need-to-know, and had to look real. Stroking his white mustache, the ISB Colonel wonders if the rebels are going to take the bait..?