Exigency: The Old Guard

Positions unchanged from Round 2. #2 is down 2 HP, 1/4. #4 is down 2 HP, 4/7. #1 has been Stunned (losing his standard action) and attempts a guard action with his remaining minor action. #4 spent his whole turn trying to reverse the virus to no avail.
Wilhelm is down another HP, 3/5.

Pudge's assailant finds his SMG's photon bolts hammering into some kind of barrier. Before he can register what's happening, the concussive force of the bursting forcefield staggers him. He desperately tries to regain his bearings.

Serana's hilt shatters the heavy's visor. He backs off and grabs his repeater, trying his chances with the virus instead of a clearly superior fighter. He's not nearly good enough to counter it, and he discards his weapon again, uttering another string of curses.

Wilhelm is in his element. His scythe comes close to decapitating one man entirely and he instead manages to get away with a nasty scratch. The two attackers consider disengaging but stick it out, rushing him together.

I had completely neglected to take into account that Serana's anti-armour passive also applies an additional F hit if it beats all the target's armour. #4 was actually at 2/7 HP, so is now at 0 and chooses to blow his sole Edge point to perform a Surge, which gets him back to 3/7 HP.
#2 takes 1F hit, 0/4. The next N hit will defeat them. #3 has no Edge points to spend and so a Lethal hit is a guaranteed defeat state. #1 takes 1F hit, 3/4.
#1 and #2 are Slowed by Brutalise's passive effect: #2 critically fails and gains an Exploit. #4 is unmoved.
Pudge is down 1 HP from the attack, 5/7 (I realised he used an Empower earlier with Disabling Virus and only just took that into account).

It's a very clean cut. A helmeted head spirals into the air as the nearby gunmen watch in abject horror. The closest, who is now painted red with the blood of a former comrade, breaks altogether and tries to flee. The other shouts and takes a second shot at Pudge.

The heavy sees a crimson spray in his peripheral vision. Although not particularly distressed by the extreme violence, he decides that this operation is an abject failure. He stumbles out of the way of Serana's lunge and attempts to beat a hasty retreat.

You may attempt a Melee roll to prevent #2/#4 leaving your respective tiles.

The last of the phoney police officers watches as a ludicrously strong cyborg peels away a plated door like it was cardboard and knocks the strongest of his allies out cold. He looks to his left, as if expecting to be reassured by the sight of the rest of his team, only to see that they've been butchered by a berserk outworlder with an agricultural implement. And even the softest target is fighting back.

He drops his weapon, puts his hands behind his head. "No contract is worth this shit. You people are bloodthirsty maniacs."

Markus resists the urge to swallow, what with a sharp edge held so near his throat. "Talking is good. I am happy to talk. I talk a lot, it's one of my favourite pastimes."

"Sorry buddy, I didn't get a name. Some guy came up to us at our digs, dumped a crate of equipment at the door and told us to ice three offworlders matching your description. Thirty-thousand credits a head, and for that kinda money you don't ask questions."

You can try a FOC+Social roll to see if he's lying.

Checking to see if Markus is lying.

Likewise.

He's not lying, but he may be omitting something. Serana notices that Markus keeps looking over to the heavy, who is still unconscious beneath the car door.