[RP] - I can fly this!! I swear!!
Maybe they'd bitten off a bit more than they could chew... Serik would admit to this readily in retrospect, but in this very moment, he was far too busy trying to get them out of their predicament without-- you know, DYING -- that he wasn't really up for any sort of introspection.
"Shit--!" He ducked when a stray bullet almost ended its course in his head, and quickly found shelter behind the dashboard. He quickly tapped the comm at his ear, hissing into it. "Coyote! Dammit, you said you'd hold them off--! I can't get this goddamn thing started if you don'-- Fuck-- Jus' get 'em off my fuckin' ASS!!"
'Wait-- Dashboard?' Yes, dashboard. The dashboard to the frigging aircraft Serik had found in the hidden warehouse of their target as him and Sen were trying to escape. The aircraft that might well be their only chance to make it out of here alive after the plan went sideways.
It had gone well, at first. They'd infiltrated the place just fine, especially with Sen hacking the cameras and systems. And just like that, they'd managed to extract the data they needed.
It honestly seemed like they might make it out without raising the alarm, but a patrolling guard had chanced upon them and then--
Well, then they had to shift straight to plan D: just roll with it and hope for the best.
They'd been separated in the chase, with Sen having an idea and Serik stumbling into the hangar and--
"I think I can fly this thing!" he'd told Sen. "Just cover me--!"
And now, here he was, trying to get the aircraft started without the damn key, so that he could take it over and escape, all the while being besieged by armed guard trying to get him to back away from the vehicle.
He aimed and fired a few rounds from his handgun, trying to get the guys to back off. "C'mon, Coyote... Can't work on this thing an' defend myself, do somethin'--"
It was such a fucking mess. He wasn't sure they would even manage to get out alive, but he sure as hell would try.