The reason for her prohibition soon became apparent.
Up ahead, a Ragnosian hover-tank came around a corner and awkwardly turned to face the approaching cop cars. A hatch in its rounded nose opened, allowing a fat cannon to poke out.
A couple dozen soldiers followed the large, lumbering vehicle, spreading out and ducking into alleys.
Gritting her teeth, Anna hissed, droplets of sweat running down her cheek. “Just what we don’t need!” A tap on her multi-tool opened a communication channel. “All units, break off! Break off!”
The tank recoiled slightly as it hurled a glob of green plasma that sped down the street and struck the lead cruiser with enough force to lift it off the ground. Exploding in a huge fireball, the mangled car flipped over and landed upside-down. The others had to swerv
