holding the cracked mask to his face, broken tusk looks up at the gigantic crane moving against the night sky.
hiroko takes flight across the rooftops with the aliens in pursuit like a pack of dogs. she vaults extractor intakes and retrofitted junk with ease. so do the aliens.
hiroko's p.o.v. it's a straight drop thirty feet onto concrete, with no ladders or any other way down. she looks desperately around for another avenue of escape.
bang! bang! bang! bang! click. hiroko's gun's empty. she reaches for another clip on her bandolier. then realises that was her last one.
hiroko turns her recovered headset over in her hands.