Hanna can only watch in awe watching the pair work in flowing sync as they cover her retreat towards a car, she already knew they'd need to steal if they wanted to make it into the rest of the afternoon as another agent-filled black van skidded around the curve of the roadway ahead.
"So much for victory ice cream." She huffed using her building frustration in making the elbow she threw into the driver's window a little more powerful. Not that even that was enough to do the job of breaking the thing on her first attempt.
"Give us the turncoat and we let you go." One of the approaching agents called out to them once they'd all piled inside as more on Samaritan's payroll poured from the cars pulling in behind him. "For the time being that is." He amends holding the wave of his fellows back with only the holding of a hand.
"How noble." Shaw spits not at all bothered with turning away from the approaching threat with Root at her back and Bear by her side as she turns her gun on the widow with a huffed "Step aside, nerd." Before she fires into the darkened window glass.
"We tried to do this peacefully." The Samaritan front man sighed unholstering his gun.
"Anyone got a quarter I can borrow?" Hanna questioned after they'd piled into the about-to-be-stolen car.
Shaw was upfront with her whilst Sam and the dog slipped into the back seat. More bullets pelt them as the asked-for coin was passed over with a growled "What's the plan now?" from Shaw the question asked through her teeth as she shook out a few more glass shards from her coat before shrugging the thing off and tossing it to the floorboards.
"This for one." Hanna answers pressing the coin against the key slot.
"Clever." Root praises from the back seat once the car started vibrating under them. "Now get us out of here." She ordered giving Bear an unspoken command to get down lower as more black-clothed agents swarmed them weapons drawn.
"How about you let me take the wheel this time huh?" Resse's grumpy voice asks through the car's radio when after a hard stomp to the gas peddle the car still remained only idling against the curb.
"Sure, great whatever just someone drive." Shaw barked just as the car lurched forward before whipping around into a tailspin to speed off in the opposite direction. The Machine at the wheel with Smamritan's scattered agents closing in.
They made it only a few more separating streets before the car was slammed hard by a familiar black van crumpling the driver's door and would have done more damage if Shaw hadn't fired half of her gun's clip into the thing's windshield.
But more agents are already pushing out of the van's side doors as Bear and Root scramble from the backseat whilst Shaw hastily attempts to drag Hanna over the front seat and away from the more imminent dangers.
What Shaw guesses to be a taxi pulls to a stop inside the intersection its passenger door already swung wide with a warning "Get in, your fairs already been paid." The driver unphased by the show of weapons drawn on him. Also seemed his car was bulletproof with the pinging shots fired at it around the smoking heap that was the soon-to-be abandoned car.
"Hey, it's the cool guy from that hero movie with the swearing and the swords." Hanna slurs with a laugh as Shaw does her best to prop her up as they head towards the offered haven of the idling cab. The driver also joined in trading gunfire with their mercifully small group of Samaritan agents, but Shaw wasn't about to rest on that slim fact.
After all, it was only the welcome party that had dropped on her in the corner store too.
The AI itself might be gone but its lackeys were still coming in vengeance of their fallen leader.
"Sure, Frey we're gonna so see Deadpool." Shaw agrees mostly because the comment earns a little more help on Hanna's end of things in getting her into the waiting cab whilst Root and the cab driver Shaw only recognizes later as the same face from her own time as a Samaritan lab rat does their best to cover them.
The medically trained woman can already tell Hanna had at best a mild concussion from the crash if nothing else.
"Lucky us they skipped the van with the sub in the back." The hacker pants from exertion as she climbs back into the backseat. Hanna's head now pillowed against her lap as Shaw slams the passenger door as their driver follows and quickly reverses the car as more black vans swerve around the crippled one.
"Come on Root don't you fade on me too." Shaw growls when Bear gives an agreeing whimper as the hacker slumps against the back seat. The driver having taken over attempted to keep Hanna awake as they drove.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Sweetie." Root puffed pressing her cheek against the cool glass of the window as the cab weaved its way down the block.
"Root."
But as hard as she tried the pounding pain in her breastbone drug her into unconsciousness only this time it was with the better albeit blurred final image of Shaw's face following her closed eyes instead of the smashed bullethole-ridden window of the silvery car she'd been driving when the sniper round burned into her skin.
