[i]From a distance Blackjack surveyed the courtyard. He stood on a building, his cloak blowing behind him, his hood down. In his hand was the handle of his shattered sword, in his other, his shotgun. Holstering the weapon, he threw the sword handle down onto the roof.[/i] Such a shame to see them loose control... [i]He makes contact with someone over his comms.[/i] Yes? You missed one hell of a show. Did I? Check the drone feeds. I'll be sure to. What's your current situation? I'm far enough away at the moment. Still in the city? Yes. You're cleared to leave, I've got an extraction helo moving on your position. Of course, Mr. Schrader. [i]He pulls his cloak up over his head, and turns around as an MH-60 Black Hawk descends behind him, and he climbs aboard.[/i]