No Strings on Me

In comms
"How far into the badlands will those guys chase us?"

Neon standing on the coffin, holding the cable with right hand, his coat floating in the wind: checks their location on his agent on the left arm and shouts loud to overcome the noise from the engines:
"The bad news is: the pilot is right - we have half the city after us. The good one is: it's my territory. I think it's time to call Carlisle..."

And he does as he said:
"Carlisle! Brother! You will never guess from where I call!" - and then he shortly explains their interesting situation, what is probably met with loud sigh from Carlisle and sends nearby coordinates to the pilot - where they are supped to meet with the older, well respected Nomad.
And don't forget to take my favorite pickup with you... we have some cargo to take on the canyon sightseeing...

Flesher is gripping the thick cable gently but firmly which is very familiar to her. She smirks at her brain’s ability to make anything sexual. She snaps back to context and shouts,
whatever we gonna do, it better be lightning, chooms! We got party crashing chromedomes imminent.

Good idea, Neon. I’m the mean time we need out of here, fast.

Sergei gets into the sitting position with one arm wrapped around a cable, while supporting his elbow on his bent knee. To the best of his ability he stabilizes his AK unto the lead VTOL. He aims for one of the engines, ready to take a shot of it gets much closer.

Sergei assesses the area for cover of other physical advantages. If found, he heads for it and takes aim at an approaching VTOL. He prepares to shoot if it looks like they will repell down or if the VTOL gets close enough to hit an engine.

Brett takes a quick look around for smaller multistory concrete buildings. The fewer the entrances and exits the better. While he does this he thinks of any buildings that fit that bill that he might have seen from the VTOL on their way in.

"Let's get this shit in that building."

While Brett helps schlep the coffin box, he opens his agent and makes a call

Spacer, who had been rather silent for this escape, begins scouring the local net for any trace of their location or story. She tries to erase their presence, or at the very least misdirect any who might have reported sightings.

Fuck those chrome pieces of shit. I will murder every last one of them or die trying.

Sergei looks for equipment that can be used to barricade openings. He also assesses for possible locations for Max-Tac to "manufacture" entrances and attempts to shore those up.