[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Kolya was sitting in his chair on the bridge of The Ulterior Motive. He was very displeased with out the mission had ended. Trust Officer: Sir...we have Archer missiles on our six. ONI seems very reluctant to just let us go. They are in pursuit, and they are firing Archer missiles. Kolya: Jump us to slip space. Those missiles should be no problem once we enter slip space. Trust officer: We almost have our destination solution. Stand by... Kolya was silent. He did not like running from a battle, and it enraged him that he had to leave Black Team, as well as one of his best officers, behind. Trust officer: Transitioning in...5...4...3...2...1... Both The Ulterior Motive and The Nightingale entered slip space, leaving the system, and escaping any further damage that could be incurred on their ships. Both ships had managed to escape. Meanwhile: Hayes: Status? ONI Officer: Both ships are gone sir. I could get you a destination soltuon...but it is very likely they jumped to a random solution. With HAWK still on the planet, we would be unable to persue as we would end up leaving Midnight in a state of damage. Hayes: Agreed. Inform the battle group to break off and regroup at Midnight. We still have Trust contacts inside of The Citadel. We have to get that cleaned up before anything else. Meanwhile: Black 1 took aim and laid down suppressive fire against the ONI forces they were faced with. Black 1: SHit...these guys again. They don't quit. Black 2...we have Agents, the marines led by the guy from the colony we tried to recruit, and two on-again off-again sociopaths. Black 1fired off the last of his Assault Rifle and then went back down into cover. He then noticed a message on his HUD. He read the message and sighed. Black 1: Great. Just great. Black 3 looked at Black 1. Black 3: What is it? Black 1: The Ulterior Motive had to bug out. They got overrun and they had to retreat from the system. Looks like we are on our own. Black 3: Well...that sucks. Black 3 held his automag and fired off several rounds, keeping Sigma Squad behind cover. Black 3: Well...at least there is no rush to open that door. Black 1: I beg to differ. We have a finite amount of ammo. Time is of the essence.