"Not yet, but that doesn't mean they aren't coming. What kinda distraction you got in mind?" his voice crackled with the distortion unit Daxton had given him, even over the commlink.
They rounded a corner, coming at an overpass almost head on. Before the nautolan could properly respond to Desmond's inquiry, the mercenary spotted something out of place. A lone Mando, standing dead still on the bridge and what was that in his...
"Ah, blast it. We've got company! Watch out!" He jinked his bike suddenly to the right, a railgun shot narrowly evaded. He yanked back on the throttle for more speed, eyes following the gunman. But instead of another shot, the Mandalorian jumped onto a bike of his own, preparing to chase them.
"I'll keep this one busy, stay ahead of me and do whatever it is you've got in mind," he took one hand off the controls, grabbing up his carbine and twisting his upper body sideways to spray a burst of fire at their newly acquired tail. Aiming wasn't entirely out of the question, but under the circumstances all he hoped to do was keep him back far enough they could lose him, a direct hit was going to be exceedingly unlikely. He fired a few more shots, doing his best to track the other bike while aiming one handed and speeding along, but he could only spare a few seconds before he had to focus on his flying once more, diving between a pair of commuting vehicles for a bit of temporary cover, then climbing up between layers of traffic once more.
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