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"GET BEHIND ME!" Lucas shouted at the Nemo squad, raising his elbows and engaging both beam shields to create some cover, while spraying head vulcan rounds at the walls and floor to kick up dust and debris and foul enemy vision and targetting, if only briefly. Nemos leaned around the beam shields attempting to return fire, but unfortunately Lucas' vulcans had obscurred their vision as well.

"Don't waste your ammo, just fall back the way we came in-Argh!" Lucas yelled, a stray beam hitting the weak point of his right arm's shield emitter, flailing the arm back and sending a shock of pain that nearly stumbled the man. The sudden dissapearance of half their cover made two Nemo's easy targets, each taking a beam to the chest and collapsing. Their allies quickly grabbed them and dragged them toward the door, trying desperately to keep Klein's left shield between them and everyone else. Cursing angrily, Lucas fought against the pain of a potentially dislocated elbow and raised his beam rifle, the HEXA's advanced sensor unit picking actual targets out of the debris, but his own intentions overriding the urge to strike back at those firing at him. With careful aim adjustment, he began firing at anything in the room that could further reduce visibility, knowing many of the officers with him simply did not have the armor to stand and fight against so many targets at once. He didn't have the prescence of mind to hope that making everyone unable to see might also cause them to stop firing.

With each shot he took a step back, and soon found himself at the door they'd entered through.

"Krauser!" He shouted, "Unless you think we can arrest them all, we should probably regroup!"
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