Utterly Mad

(Holy crap Wilson, way to chain together 8 attacks...i mean jeez, i intentionally didnt draw a gun so i wouldnt like, kill you...but dang man)

(I have no fancy gun...I see it as being expressed as a slightly better S&W 500. Those shoot 50 cal shots.)

(I'm a sniper. I don't NEED to get close.)

The Fray
Aaron and Marcus
Bracing yourself against the pain, you draw your pistol. The night blankets its silence upon these two warriors, and the stars in the alien sky blink in and out of existence. Your eyes lock for a moment, and each sees in the other an entirely different world, filled with different conflicts, different lives, different loves, but one similarity. A word. Human.

DODGE (Good luck) v HIT (2) Grazing hit. DAMAGE (2)
The 9mm Glock bullet bursts out of its gun, tearing the silence in two, and whizzes across the gap. It catches the armor of the soldier, and tears off a chunk of armor with it, jerking Marcus's body a bit.

Marcus rolls over twice, and grabs at Aaron's neck... GRAB (7) + SKILL (3) = (10) and latches on firmly! The gauntlet closes in on the man's throat, mechanical hissing squeezing the life out of the survivalist.

Pegrigrinium
You lay your crosshairs in the general direction of the figure and fire another three shots.
DODGE (Suppressed) vs. HIT (7) Good hit.  HIT (4) Grazing hit. HIT (1) Miss.
DAMAGE (2), DAMAGE (6), DAMAGE (None)
You see one hit the man square, another barely hit him, and the third fizzles against the wall behind him.

Holland
Three lasers fly through the sawdust! You're hit in the right thigh! The laser sears your muscle! The second sizzles past your ear, charring a small bit of flesh. The third you don't feel at all.
The dust begins to clear, and you see the sniper at a distance. Luckily for you, your MAS Rifle happened to have a sniper scope attached. You remind yourself to thank Waylon if he ever shows up.

The Laboratory
The man rubs his hands together. "Delightful." He picks up an enormous syringe from one of the tables, nonchalantly wipes off some residue from the needle, and says "This might sting a little." He inserts it slowly into your arm, and draws out some of the dark red blood. He removes the needle. "I've been watching you, survivor." He says, moving over to one of the centrifuges. "I see how you do not fear the virus that has warped these demons." He puts a few drops of blood into the machine, and turns it on. "It intrigued me how you could walk so fearlessly among the infected, without care of being infected yourself. Without the knowledge of a cure." The machine rattles and shakes. "And then I knew it, you were immune! It was so simple, and your blood was all I needed to finish my concoction." The machine stops, and he removes the vial. "My last contribution to this twisted world." He pours the contents of the vial into one of the flasks. The yellow liquid turns first green, then cyan, and then a completely clear color. "A cure." he says, almost breathless.

He gingerly picks up the flask, holding it up to the dim lights in the room, scrutinizing it through his mask. Then he picks up a rubber stopper and seals the flask. He walks over to you. "Take this, acolyte, and free this world of its devastation." With a gloved hand, he extends the bottle to you.

I counter with SNAP CRACKLE POP MOFO lasers. I try to maim, not kill. Just get him out, but not dead. I was serious about the spoon.
Two-Paw! Find Marc. Protect Marc.

Marcus would continue crushing Aarons neck before slamming his spine into the wall.

The Fray
Marcus and Aaron
Aaron feels the metal squeeze around his neck, his head feels swollen, his ears are filled with the sound of his fading heartbeat, and blood rushes to his eyes, turning his vision red.

GRIP (0) [Gotta get a grip...] vs. WILLPOWER (6) + NEAR DEATH (2) -> Success!

Aaron fights through the pain and the sheer crushing power of the grip, and manages to lift his pistol and put it against the visor of his assailant. Looking down the barrel, at death itself, Marcus picks up Aaron by the neck and slams him back into the ground.

SLAM (9) [Welcome to the Space Jam] vs. REFLEX (5) -> Not fast enough, Aaron.

Aaron's head hits the ground, and his arm is jarred from the force. The pistol goes off, and the bullet clips the edge of the helmet, tearing off the antenna attached! Marcus's helmet display flickers and goes dark, and it's suddenly a lot hotter in the suit of armor.

You both feel a presence, looming over you. A large shadow casts itself across the two wounded warriors. The caster? A huge, bipedal mecha the shape of a toaster. It has a gun protruding from the front, and judging by the crackling electricity near the end of the barrel, it's ready to fire. Just as it's about to let the charge loose, however, a streak of black fur the size of a short bus flies out of nowhere and tackles the mecha! They both slam into the side of the apartment, sending mortar and brick everywhere. The mecha groans in metallic pain. It's assailant gets down, and back onto all fours. It turns to the two on the sidewalk.

It's a huge, dog-like mutant the size of a truck. It's black, matted fur glistens in the moonlight. Its eyes glint in the night, shining a white light back at the two. It's hideous maw is open wide, dripping with infectious saliva. It's sharp teeth, each the size of a man's finger, shimmer and shine. It looks hungry.

Perigrinius and Holland
The merc lines up another volley of shots, and fires off three rather weak bursts.
DODGE (7) + SMALL TARGET (Prone) (1) vs. HIT (2) Miss.
DODGE (1) + SMALL TARGET (Prone) (1) vs. HIT (2) Grazing hit.
DODGE (5) + SMALL TARGET (Prone) (1) vs. HIT (6) Coin flip! In favor of attacker. Grazing hit.
Holland's instincts kick in, and he tries to avoid the incoming shots. The first one flies wide, but the second grazes his helmet and the third nails him in the shoulder. The armor barely manages to stop the laser, and the left shoulder feels uncomfortably hot.

Holland gets back into position and returns fire. Three BULLETS leave the ASSAULT RIFLE because it shoots BULLETS. Such is the way of Moscow Assault Solutions. Lasers just aren't very Kalashnikov, eh comrade?

DODGE (5) - SHIELD DEPLOYED (2) + COVER (1) vs. HIT (6) - PROFICIENCY (1) -> Hit!
DODGE ( - SHIELD DEPLOYED (2) + COVER (1) vs. HIT (4) - PROFICIENCY (1) -> Miss.
DODGE (7) - SHIELD DEPLOYED (2) + COVER (1) vs. HIT (3) - PROFICIENCY (1) -> Miss.

The rifle bullets fly, and Perigrinus tries his best to get out of the way, but even with the shield deployed the first bullet carried enough momentum to phase through the shield and collide with his chest. The bullet embeds itself into the armor of the soldier, and throws him off his feet with the force. The other two fly harmlessly above the shooter.

Perigrinius
Two-Paw follows your command, walking around to the side of the apartment to check on Marcus. Just as it does, however, it's suddenly attacked by a huge shadowy figure! It slams into the brick wall of the apartment, and appears to go limp. Hal crackles in over the radio. "Damage detected within unit Two-Paw. Emergency shutdown detected. Engaging sudden team member injury protocols. Activating ship propulsion systems. Will fly towards your location, and maintain a holding pattern immediately above your position. Estimated time of arrival: Five minutes. Please refrain from suffering any causalities. It will be deducted from your pay."

Holland
You hear something slam into the side of the building, and the wall next to you gains a huge dent. Old drywall cracks and peels from the ceiling, falling to the floor like ashes. Vae lets out a yelp, and scoots further away from the doorway. She's now on the opposite side of the lobby relative to the dented wall, sitting in the corner with her revolver in a white-knuckled grip.

The Laboratory
The man's voice turns a bit more understanding, more level, and it sounds quite a bit older. "I have a solution for that, as well. It is just across the hall." He leads through the door and gestures to an identical door just across the empty hallway. He strolls towards it and throws it open, revealing a similar laboratory, but this one is much cleaner and looks like it hasn't been used in years. "My frie- The other researchers used to work in here. Very little of what is in here works, but there are a couple things that are still kicking." A small refridgerator sits on one of the counters, humming quietly. On top of it, is a rather mundane looking assault rifle with some odd looking ventilation holes. He grabs it, and holds it in his hand. "A recoil-less assault rifle. Quite interesting, yes? Instead of mere metal slugs, this fires miniature missiles that are propelled by a rocket engine and explode on contact. Very good against the unarmored. Henry called it the Zion-8." He extends the rifle towards you.