[ Goddammit. He was half expecting this. It's part of why he'd been just as happy to leave them on the ship. But hell, if they wanted to tag along, then he's not about to turn them down. It looks like he's going to need all the help he can get, and time's running short; he wants to get there at the appointed time. No earlier, no later. He doesn't know how fussy the doctor will be about it, but he's not taking any chances. ]

Then we're hemmed in. Right. [ He looks over to where smoke is billowing from the city. Nothing good is happening there. ] We move forward. Strike the ones in the city before they have a chance to flank us. We do it quiet, we do it quick. We don't get any civvies involved. By the time we're in, there should be places to lay low.

[ With any luck, they'll avoid the guard entirely. ]

Quickly, now. On my lead.

[ Already contradicting the rules that Poe had laid down - Andy was supposed to be the lead of this particular charge - Rex charges forward, directly towards the town. Whether or not Andy winds up overtaking him (and she may well do so), they make their way to town without incident, the Imps on their tail bypassing them for a moment.

The town itself is not so different from other towns they know; the cobblestones are uneven and cracked, fading away to untended dirt pathways, a thick layer of smog covering the place. To their benefit, the streets are bereft of civilians. Not to their benefit, there's generally a reason for that. In their path, right where the smoke is coming from, is a bunch of Imperials, having evidently set fire to some poor sod's business that failed to provide them with what they want, big and bulky and clearly equipped to the teeth. Rex plasters himself against the wall of a building right around the corner, silently counting them off.

Fifteen of them. Probably with a few more waiting in the wings. He raises his hand, two fingers raised skywards, then points decisively. Let's go. ]