No Strings on Me

Brett scans to see if any civilian workers are evacuating into trucks, SUV, or cars with amble trunk space (big enough for the silver casket)

"Hey, Spacer. This would be a good time to work with Spaghetti and find out what ever is in that sarcophagus that they can track."

Brett eyes the area the employees are running to and the turns back to the lobby itself and sets about looking the number of entrances and exits and what buildings overlook it.

Flesher checks the area for any first aid equipment that they may have. She’d rather use up their stuff than her own.
Next she looks for a spot behind sufficient cover in case she needs to drag a friend somewhere and cutout shrapnel.

"Ah man, y'all got pretty fucked up. Need a Stim? Or some coke?"

Brett makes sure his weapons have fresh mags and continues to check the layout of the building they're in as well as the grounds/buildings around for fallback points and avenues of approach

Neon stand up and says:
I don't like such cramped places that can be so easily overrun from every side. Good Nomad should never allow himself for to feel like a rat in the corner. - he reloads two bullets in his colt's drum from ammo belt while saying that."Going out to organize us some ride... in case Carlisle... will oversleep with his "cavalry" thing. Will inform you how the things look from outside so stay on our comms channels." - he opens the window at the back of the room - on the opposite site to the place were Max-tec vtols will probably land, hoping that his - one person - escape will be not immediately noticed by the coming forces and slips through it vanishing for a second.

Then his head reappears in the window once again as he says:
"Be right back bitches... don't cry for me and be ready for fast leave on the the rescue carriage."

Saying that, he disappears once more all and goes in the direction of running employees, keeping close to the building hoping to be not noticed from above and seeking occasion to blend in the running crowd.

Ugh, figures the Nomad would take off right as the wet work starts.

Sergei takes cover away from the wall and readies himself for what would probably be his last fight.

Hey Spacer, you want to stop fucking around and put the fucking AI in the thing already. And tell him to fuck up whoever is on the other side of the door?

Not eager to hear the blast, Flesher jerks so hard she pulls a muscle in her neck.
fuckety fuck!

Through the comms:
What the fuck was those noise? Explosion? Are they at your location already?!?

initiative

Cowbrett tips his hat as he pulls an AP grenade, yanks the pin with a wink, and hurls it at some of the Arasaka goons

(Aiming, from left to right, between the second and third guy)

Serj uses his incendiary grenade and aims between the second and third from the right.

After throwing the grenade, if cover is available, Serj gets behind it.