Setting aside any misgivings he may have had about following these two hunters, Wolf muttered something less than civil towards Salu as he'd picked up his short-barreled carbine and ran out the door of Mesh's apartment, right in step with his new allies. He'd favored a more direct approach to this matter...standing their ground and blasting any fool dumb enough to charge in. The idea was shot down almost immediately and probably for the best. He wasn't exactly thinking too clearly right now...things were changing at an exceedingly fast pace.
They could very well have held their own back there, bottlenecking the bastards in the doorway and mowing them down with impunity. That, or they'd be killed by a well thrown grenade...which made the plan a little flimsy, now that he thought about it. "We'll see if what happens in the Bonadan Lounge will be any better..."
They arrived in short order, entering the massive casino floor, instantly overwhelmed by the dull roar of thousands of patrons and brilliantly flashing lights. There were games everywhere, so many that Wolf chose to ignore them entirely rather than waste time counting. Instead, he opted to scan the area for any and all ingress and egress points, along with noting the location of each security guard. He assigned every one an electronic "tag" which allowed him to track them all on a small screen in the upper right corner of his HUD.
Salu was at his side and the two did a fairly convincing job of feigning interest in the myriad of games available, managing to fool security and keep themselves unnoticed. Xavier, however, seemed to be having difficulty. He was clutching his E-11 in a death grip, watching the doors like he expected hell itself to come bursting through. "Rookie," Wolf whispered, not surprised to see a couple guards start to move in the third hunter's direction.
They never got there. Wolf's head was turned once the firing started, as he'd been watching the other guards start to converge on Xavier's location in the little screen, but he whipped around just in time to see an armed man drop by the main entrance.
He and Salu just sort of watched events unfold, not so much as making a move for their weapons. Doing so at this point would have been downright stupid, what with all the gun-toting guards rushing past. Wolf would have gotten a good half-dozen, and Salu probably the same, but there were twenty of them now...not the
best odds by any stretch of the imagination.
Then, simply put, hell did, in fact, burst through the front door, justifying Xavier's earlier behavior.
Dozens of heavily armed troops ran in, two abreast, guns blazing, fanning out and flipping over tables to provide cover for themselves. The first ones in laid down surpressing fire, killing a few bystanders and guards in the first volley alone. More came pouring in, some dropping even as more entered to replace them.
The guards were quick to respond, flipping over tables as well and firing back. It was soon obvious though that they were ill prepared for such an engagement...they were there to kick out drunks and pissed off losers. Wolf doubted many of them had even fired their blasters outside of a firing range. They wouldn't last too long against experienced soldiers.
Wolf, Salu, and Xavier, on the other hand, were quite capable of defending themselves.
The first two hunters had taken up firing positions in the very center of the casino. While Wolf was busy kneeling behind an upturned Sabac table, firing his projectile pistol around the sides with almost inhuman accuracy (Men were dropping like flies, each with a newly acquired hole between their eyes.), Salu watched their back and provided cover fire with a commando style rifle, neatly peppering several of them with blaster bolts. Xavier was stuck with a few guards in the corner closest to the entrance, burning any Tenloss grunt that ran into his sights.
Wolf was suddenly glad that a compromise had been reached and more blood hadn't been shed in the apartment. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he'd of been killed quite a few times by now without their support.
A stray thought crossed his mind, even as a shimmering red bolt passed just inches from his armored head; What happened to the merc? He risked a quick peak around the tomb...er...
room, and found the hulk of a man lieing in a pool of his own blood, feebly grasping at the wound in death. Wolf gave the poor sod a small salute, stood, and nailed what looked like an officer right through the mouth, which had been opened, perhaps, to shout an order. He dropped back into a kneeling position as a pair of intersecting bolts sliced through the air where he'd been an instant before.
Things were looking grim as more and more Syndicate troops stormed in. "For fuck sakes," Wolf shouted, "Did they bring an entire damn division!? I'm running out of ammo here." With that, he expelled another spent clip from the pistol and slammed a new one home.
He looked out to fire again and saw Xavier take off, jet pack sending out a trail of black smoke, with a bit of fire, behind him. The silver Mandalorian landed among the Tenloss troops and quickly brought his gauntleted hand to bear. A stream of white hot flame issued forth from it, toasting everything within 5 meters.
Wolf smirked a bit as the other hunter called them over...maybe things would work out after all. That same smirk remained as he tapped Salu on the shoulder and along the way, blew a hole through a soldier's head who'd been about blast Xavier in the back...
Even if they didn't make it out of this one alive, it was one hell of a way to go.