((This is, of course, happening after all the dudes excaped))
"Wow, he got the shit kicked out of him" one of the soldiers muttered.
"Area clear, Augustine" A soldier spoke into a radio.
"Good" A voice came from the other end.
"The chopper can land now"
"Thank you. Keep the area secure" She kept her coat closed. If not for the fact she was arriving in a chopper, in an area filled with armed guards. The chopper itself was a hunter chopper - a heavily armored, flying armory of a helicopter. It was designed to kill conduits, and the windshield protected the pilots from non-physical conduit attacks - such as mind affecting and signal interference. It was powerful, and excellent for killing or subduing bioterrorists, but lacked the ability to travel long distance without refueling, and was expensive. They were rarely deployed due to most situations being fixable with APCs and troops.
This was Augustine's personal hunter chopper. It was larger, had more room for guards, and luxury. She only ever used the guard space though. The chopper landed, it's landing gear deployed, and the sides opened up. Four rooks armored in concrete and wielding miniguns stepped out. They were unnecessary, as the blockade stopped anyone from getting in, and Augustine could defend herself. Intimidation was an art, though.
She followed them. The crowd scattered around the Checkpoint commander's sleeping body dispersed.
"Oh James. I am so very disappointed in you." She looked down at him, then at some pawns "Wake him up, and put him on the chopper. I'll have a word with him."