"If you see the air shimmer, hit it. Some of them cloak. And don't squeeze their guns too hard, most of 'em are junk." Blaze keeps shooting as she talks, picking off a pack of shanks that are trying to skitter in between the abandoned shipping containers and loading machinery that serve as cover in here. "If it starts sparking badly just throw it at them."

"We're after a servitor - it's sort of a big round black floating computer. This one is especially big, which I think means it's especially important. I'm not sure if causing a ruckus outside its front door is going to lure it out. Steve, four-o-clock!" A two-armed dreg's vaulting over a toppled forklift and aiming at the human soldier, trying to charge at him while a bigger vandal occupies him in front.