"N's here, and Jesus-torque-wrenching-Christ am I glad he's on our side."
The shudder in her voice was clear even through the radio, leaving Uzi and Lizzy to wonder just what she had seen through the cameras.
"Then our chances went WAY up," Uzi said with a malicious grin.
"Any word on Doll?" Lizzy asked.
"I haven't seen her on the cameras, but I wouldn't be surprised if she's hiding from them just in case the security office was compromised. That girl seems to know every blind spot in the damn bunker."
She actually did, and Lizzy wasn't about to tell anyone why.
"She'll probably find us before we find h-"
"Shit! Bogey coming in hot on your left!" Chelsea warned, giving the girls just a few scant seconds to prepare themselves.
Uzi let off three bolts in rapid succession, leading her target based on sound alone. Unfortunately, said target was already on high-alert and in full combat mode, so two of the projectiles were gracefully dodged while the last was caught and crushed into a useless steel squiggle.
All parties paused for a moment to assess each other, and within a second recognition dawned on every face.
"You!" Uzi hissed, her first ever encounter with a Murder Drone rushing back to her as she took in the bob cut, red scarf, bomber jacket and thigh-high paintjob.
"You!" V hissed right back before her mouth curved into a savage smile. Here she was, in desperate need of cooling, and what should fall into her lap? Not one, but TWO tasty little juice boxes, with one being part of the incredibly exclusive club of prey that had gotten away from her!
"YOU!" Lizzy let out a noise like she was auditioning for a deathcore band, actually startling the other two fembots.
"Who?" V questioned, scratching her head with a talon as she tried to place the blonde drone with...cat ears?
"That's the one that killed Doll's parents!" Lizzy explained to Uzi as she shouldered her short-barreled rifle like it wasn't the first time she had done so.
"Then she dies even slower," the emo girl snarled.
"Sorry, don't have time for 'slow'!" V cackled as she dashed in with claws out.
They showed their inexperience immediately, splitting apart and allowing V to get between them. She swiped at the purple one first, narrowly missing her and using the momentum to power a spinning back kick that knocked the gun out of the blonde's hands. She quickly rounded on said blonde, lunging at her while whipping her tail back to keep the purple one at bay.
She expected the blonde to panic and back into the wall, where she'd be cornered and cleaved before she knew what hit her. What she didn't expect was for her to jump into the attack, plant a boot right in her screen and use her as a springboard to backflip onto the wall, then do a frontflip off of that and right over her head. V was so stunned by the maneuver that she nearly crashed into the wall herself, and momentarily forgot that there were two of them until she took two crossbow bolts to the back.
She shrieked in pain, but didn't let it slow her down as she ducked low and began to strafe around the girls on all fours, weaving in and out between them with hit-and-run attacks. But somehow, some way, they managed to keep up with her. Even if it was by the skin of their teeth, they dodged everything she threw at them. The purple one was some kind of martial artist, able to even redirect some of her blows. The blonde was just plain slippery, able to twist and contort herself out of the way even at the weirdest of angles.
