"Thought this kind of napalm use was going to be stuck in Vietnam war movies," Rabbit concurs, securing one of the smaller dudes near the squad leader. For what it's worth, they seem to be cooperating - he doesn't resist as Rabbit flexicuffs him, then disables his weapon and pats him down.

From the apartment blocks, there's a scream, then shouting. "Rabbit, Mother." (Some of the shouting is coming through the radio link, something like you've got to get us out.) "We've encountered some civilians en route. We're going to be delayed."

"Copy, Mother."

Once he's satisfied the Cleaner he's flexicuffed is secure, Rabbit turns to the squad leader, hands on his knees as he addresses him. His eyes don't stay on him - instead, they flicker to the ones who've yet to be secured.

"Okay, sir, gonna need some info from you. How many of your buddies came here, and where are they now?"