The Murmurations paused for breath and to tend to their wounded outside of the corpse mill. They could hear the whoops and jeers of the Lost from the surrounding shadows and gangways and knew the respite would be slight. Captain 5W4NN had noticed the barricaded doors and smashed terminals as they had ran for cover and could tell their mystery persuers were trying to back them into a corner.

She quickly ordered for the grapnel launchers and drop rigs to be given to the two wounded enforcers. They needed to move fast and escape the factory labyrinth, carrying injured personnel would only slow them down.

They heard footprints moving up on them fast and the team instinctively fell into response position, weapons readied at the looming approaching figure. The towering form of an abhuman beastman stepped into view and grunted. Steam rising slowly from his nostrils. The creature fixed his rectangular pupils at the captain and flung a dataslate at her feet. Just looking at the weapons adorning the cloaked beastman was enough to tell he was a bounty hunter... 5W4NN knew the legends of Gorr halfhorn but had always doubted their validity.

The dataslate explined the interest that House Valentine, the fallen house of Cog-Port had taken in the Murmurations and how the sanctioned bounty hunter before them was a gift for the team to support their endeavours. The Enforcers were clearly less than impressed and frankly the beast stunk. Still he packed an impressive aresnal, and from the looks of him catching up to the team hadn't been easy...

"Black Phillip?" 5W4NN questioned, reading from the dataslate. "You're here to aid our cause?"

Phillip grunted in response and spat into his palm offering it to the leader. She shook it firmly and quickly. Better than a hoof she thought... Feelings towards abhumans would have to quickly be put aside. He wasn't the infamous Gor but maybe somehow related? Regardless the extra guns were sorely needed.

Black Phillip signalled upwards before the Enforcers had heard anything. The Lost were above them now and readying weapons. They're numbers were impossible to gauge but appeared unending. "MOVE!" Screamed the captain as the desperate dash to safety began.

The injured G0LD3N3YE and CR0W quickly grapled to the safety of the rafters, securing a couple of crystal clusters on their way. From their height advantage it was immediately clear the Lost were surrounding them. The majority of gunshots raining down however were not being aimed at the Enforcers. The Paramedicae Orlocks we're desperately fleeing from the Lost on the far side of the factories, straight towards the Murmurations.

G0LD3N3YE relayed this information to his team just as the Wayward Sisters Escher gang appeared from the east. Thankfully they were taking shots at the Orlocks, but Black Phillip took advantage of their distraction and gunned two of them down with his boltgun, slinging a loot crate on to his shoulder with his free hand as he did so.

Clearly impressed the Murmurations backed him up. 5W4NN charged down an approaching Orlock, paralysing him with ease with her shock stave and grabbed a loot crate herself. Growing increasingly aware of the Lost approaching fast behind them the team pushed forward, allowing two servitors dragging loot crates to pass harmlessly by in the other direction.

CR0W grapled away to the far exit and was amazed to find a loot crate at his feet, drop rigging down and out to safety with his find, G0LD3N3YE following quickly behind - thankful to not take a further injury for once. G05H4WK cleared the way on the ground with his grenade launcher and vigilance sheild, taking delight in firing frags into an Orlock and Escher caught up in combat. Stupidly the subjugator turned his back as he ran for the exit though and a sneaky Escher let the effectiveness of her needle pistol known, taking him out of action.

R00K rushed an Orlock with his combat shotgun hoping to paint the walls with him. The crafty ganger merely ducked behind the loot crate he was dragging and answered back with a shotgun of his own... unfortunately for R00K the Orlock was some kind of shotgun savant and the retaliating round found its mark deep within the rookies neck. He stood stunned gurgling on his own blood before slumping forwards and out of the fray. He's last thoughts were of the woman he'd recently fallen for but even DR 3GR37 would be unlikely to save him now.

The rest of the team pressed on to the exit, a lone hive scum standing in their way. Unfortunately the bastard proved to be tougher than nails, withstanding boltguns from both sides. Patrolman 8U224RD somehow got caught in the firefight and lay bleeding out before them. They simply didn't have time for this with the Lost right behind them... Black Phillip became increasingly enraged and began reaching for his chain sword before finally a shot found its mark, removing the scummer for the equation. Forsaking the few reaming scattered enemies trapped with them, the Enforcers grabbed their wounded and loot crates and bolted for the exit.

Regrouping away from the combat 5W4NN took stock. They'd grabbed a captive and 3 loot crates and the injured G0LD3N3YE and CR0W had found time to patch their wounds and temporarily recover. G05H4WK and 8U224RD however were not in a good way at all. R00K was stone cold dead. The captain muttered profanitys under her breath as she retrieved his shotgun from his unrelenting grip. They needed reinforments now. Opening up her wrist monitor she punched in the request for a replacement rookie... And decided the time had come. She hit an additional request button and watched the screen blink in acknowledgement.

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RUFF had been despatched.