I still got one workin' arm and two legs. I'll manage.

[Never mind how bruised up those other limbs are.]

We don't get caught. That's it. They're, like... Genetically manufactured super soldiers. They're fucking nightmares. We need to not get caught, or we need to find people with weapons to help cover us.

[As they talk, some of the fighting can be heard getting close from around a corner. There's some yelling and some bursts of gunfire. Johnny curses, looking around for a place for them to duck into, but before they can get too far, a figure turns the corner. It's one of the aforementioned soldiers, who lowers their weapon when he sees them. He doesn't recognize Hunk, but Johnny didn't seem like he was in danger from him.

The soldier, a bit shakily, points behind them.]

J-J-Johnny. Go. Now.

[Looks like Johnny did remember what order things happened in correctly. He nods.]

Jericho. Thanks.

[The soldier seems surprised that Johnny knows what's going on.
Johnny looks to Hunk.]

The way should be clear, for now. But stay on your toes.