"Good plan," 'Sidora agrees, Epime and 'Metheus already moving to conceal themselves.

"I miss my camouflage," Epimetheus murmurs quietly as she moves.

Cat jogs back up the access ramp, then checks to make sure the others (including Hancock) are out of sight. Seeing that they are, she kneels, checks the clip in her rifle, and aims carefully. The gunshot echoes over the concrete.

"One on the way!" She chambers another round and fires, less precisely than before. "Fucking-!"

Prometheus is out of sight, but loitering closer to Cat than the others, ready to intercept any attack that gets past the other three.

'Sidora is crouched just behind Epime - he may not be good at long-range, but he knows that he's not as durable as Epime is. He glances at Hancock, to check he's ready.

Epimetheus is focusing on their targets, waiting for precisely the right moment to spring their ambush for maximum efficacy. (She's running calculations, and has a silent countdown ongoing.)

There's one single, strange beat where nothing happens, and then an eight-foot-tall, already-bloodied, howling super mutant comes charging directly at Cat. He's not fast, but he's got momentum.

Cat's eyes widen and she falls on her butt, frantically fumbling with her gun. The sniper's about to be useless; she drops it and goes for the shotgun on her back.

Epimetheus slams into the mutant's side, arms wrapping and driving through, aiming to put it on the ground.

She can't quite bowl him over, but he's not expecting the impact, and it fouls his stride enough to send them crashing to the ground. He rolls to the side immediately to try and shake her off, or, failing that, crush her under him. 

Epimetheus lets herself be shaken off, better that than taking crush damage. She rolls a few times, and then manages to pivot herself to her knees. One hand moves smoothly down to her thigh and she pulls out a gun again, pointing it at the mutant, but hesitating somewhat - she would prefer not to waste ammo.

Prometheus shifts back closer to Cat to give her time to get herself back to her feet.

'Sidora has his own gun pointed at the mutant Epime just took down, but he's also watching the direction it came from, wondering if they're likely to have more company.

Cat gets her balance back, but doesn't do much else. The mutant's too close for her sniper and too far for her shotgun, and anyway, she doesn't want to risk hitting Epimetheus. She does double-check that the shotgun is, in fact, loaded.

The mutant scrambles to his feet and rushes at Epime, mistaking her hesitancy for fear. That, or he's so enraged at this point that he'll charge at anything that moves, and he doesn't seem to even notice that he's switched targets.

Well then. Epimetheus will shoot the mutant, aiming for his head, before pivoting herself to her feet, taking herself out of the immediate line of fire, well prepared to shoot again, or move again if his reflexes prove good enough to track and follow her.

The bullet cracks across his cheekbone, and that slows him down, but it doesn't stop him. His reflexes, on the other hand, are pretty much absent. Blinded by blood and adrenaline, he swipes clumsily at the spot Epimetheus used to occupy.

Epimetheus watches him swipe lazily at where she used to be for half a second. Then she steps forward, a knife extending from her wrist this time (she appears to have a lot of knives built into this chassis), and attempts to drive that up through the back of his neck, aiming to sever his spine and pierce whatever is passing for grey matter in his skull.

'Sidora winces slightly and swears under his breath. "Be careful," he mutters under his breath. "They might actually break you."

They might, but this one won't. He makes a weird noise and falls forward. If he was still alive, he'd probably care that the impact flattens his nose.

"Nice," Cat says, getting to her feet and dusting off her pants - presumably out of habit, since they're already covered in filth and none of it comes off at the motion. "Let's see how many are inside." As she passes, she nudges the dead super mutant with her foot, just long enough to see there's nothing of value on him.

Fight over, 'Sidora takes a moment to repeat what he had been muttering directly to Epime as they follow.

She rolls her eyes, but nods, and promises to be more careful, apparently sincerely. That over, she speeds up ever so slightly to fall in slightly behind Cat to her right.

Prometheus stays next to Anesidora as they advance.

Hancock looks at the group for a second, then wanders off in vaguely the same general direction and starts poking at one of the meat bags, trying to see if there's anything good in it.

Cat stops when she gets to the body of the first mutant. She'd caught it right at the base of the skull, and a spray of gore indicates the trajectory of the bullet. The body is slumped forward; he'd died instantly. Cat pokes at it, same as the last one, and is rewarded with a pipe gun and thirteen .38s. She tosses the gun to the side after emptying it; it's about as sturdy as it looks. "Anybody use these?"

"I have a revolver that will take them," Prometheus says, holding up said revolver, although he is also watching Hancock, and around him, for any risk.