No Strings on Me

Right before the announcement, the frantic medtech pops the airhypo loaded with the atropine dose into Spacer’s arm.

The next series from borg's machine gun also didn't made too much impression on the Prophet. He made a swift step or two back, allowing to the line of holes drawn by the enemy's gun on the train's car roof miss him by a less than 1 meter.

He have seen such freaks in his life. They think that the chrome is the only way to go. They are lost. Their mind and their soul... And someone like Prophet has to free them from all this suffering....

Neon Prophet makes a step forward towards the beast, steading his position. Looking directly at the borg. Not being concerned about another party coming. He draws his big, fat Colt AMT Model 2000 with a wide swing from the holster near his belt and... Aims. Exactly between the mad, empty eyes. Eyes of a beast... a lost animal... that once was a human... and needs to be rescued...

He shouts with almost God's given force:
I AM RELEASING YOU!

Then pulls the trigger.

In comms
"Bring the VTOL over to the third car for hook up!"

With that Brett opens the side door to the car and prepares to hook up the shiny coffin

Maybe feeling that the MAX-TAC's sniper round is big enough sign or maybe because Mr. Brett's words - Neon snaps himself out of amazement that his shoot didn't meet the borg's face.

Now seeing the hulking figure shooting freaking ROCKETS at the Max-TAC's fling vehicle, he have only one thought in his mind:
"Let's not waste the blessing I still got!" - before turning back and continuing his run towards last train car and hooping in - as fast as he can.

Being in VERY relative safty of the car he stars runing towards the head of the train and the rest of the group answering Brett throuth comms:
"On it, Brett! I can see that you weren't wasting time down here too..." - he comments seeing all the dead bodies.

Neon changes the chanell and calls the VTOL operator:
"We are almost ready! Bring in the bird for fast extraction job. And make it fast, especially now when our chromed Romeo has a new love object. Hoping they will be a match for each other for long enough..."

Sergei reaches out to the AI they set free earlier.

Betty Spaghetti or whatever the fuck you like to be called, a little assistance would be absolutely appreciated right now.

"Hey, Spaghetti! Mind shutting down that max Tac flyer for us?"

Not really a whole lot of help, robo-Chan. Is there something that can be done?

Brett looks to see how close the VTOL is before moving into the fourth car and placing a door knocker in the roof just before the door. He listens for footsteps.

"Hey Spaghetti, let me know when the cybernetic organism is about to cross the roof from car four to car 3. About here-ish."

Brett circles the blast area as he speaks and then moves away for safety

"Bleh," says an unconscious Spacer to certain death.

Whispers to Spacer,
Welcome back to hell. You should be glad it was me. Them brutes have shit for bedside manner. I checked your vitals and you’re good. Just don’t stand up too quick. We still may need you to run.

"Spaghetti, can you shut the cybernetic organism down? It maybe part of it?"