(OOC: Umbra, if you're going to keep this up, do so. For now, I'll just say that I lost the communications pick-up.)
"Guardian Angel? Guardian Angel, do you read me?" Fradrek says into the earpiece. "No good," he growls, turning to face the rest. "I lost the connection."
He scratches his snout and pulls a fused shard of his power mask from the fur. Then, abruptly, he dashes forward to where the groundcar pile-up lay rusting in the rain. "Bullseye! To me!"
Bullseye scuttles forward.
A quick exchange of StarFORCE chatter goes between them. Then, Bullseye stands and hefts her very large mas-burster.
"Time teh' lay the smack down!" she grunts, grinning savagely.
A chorus of gasps sounds from down the street, and the hiding gangsters slink out.
The quick staccato of mas-burster fire and the shouts and screams of dying men fills the air.