Phoenix Solace -- Under the Harvest Moon

"Aight lads, there coming back! Weapons free and shields hot!" Kiro shouted. His crew trained their weapons on the hallway. The pair of blast doors opened and yet another MTF opened fire. Shields made of fortified aerogel projected from the wrist of most of the crew. The team advanced on the MTF. Damascus, the marksman, stayed back. He planted a few bullets in the MTf as they were entering the hall. The rest of them held half of the hall and picked targets, bullets colliding with their shields and whizzing past them. Kiro, armed with a pair of MP-7s, darted behind a box, dropped his shield, and opened fire. A rocket flared down the hall and into the next room and exploded.
"CLEAR OUT!" A booming voice shouts. The crew makes way for Anthony "Blitz" Kriegzlar, the team's heavy unit. The minigun spun up and the brass dumped out. The remaining members of the MTF retreated, but most of them caught lead.
"That's most of 'em! Advance!" Kiro was used to high stakes scenarios like this. He was the leader of the crew, Bloodsport, because of his ability to think clearly in any situation. Almost any. Bloodsport advanced into the next room. It was styled like a multi-level prison cellblock, with humanoid skips behind reinforced glass and a number of other security measures. They progress further, eventually coming to a cafeteria. standing amidst the tables was a familiar sight: Pandora's Box. But most specifically, Able. Before anyone could speak, Able lashed out at Kiro. He didn't get far. Time slowed to a stop. Able was millimeters from Kiro's face. Bloodsport, now in complete safety,