Flint appeared confused for a moment before he yelled back, "You really wanna know?". He turned towards the pursuers and drew his own firearm. He fired it several times, hitting a Quirznian merc in the chest. The Quirznian fell without another sound (Quirzians are basically humanoid aliens that are larger than humans. Most 1.5X the size. Their bodies are hunkering and hunched over and their heads are shaped like a giant Octupus, only their eyes are dark and intelligent. Much smaller too. Feel free to make up any alien races you feel like, I never held a monopoly over it )
Flint raced through the city of Drekin. He knew his pursuers would stop at nothing to kill him. As he ducked from automatic weapons fire behind a car, he slid the flash drive containing intel he needed into his jacket pocket. A round richocheted off his helmet, lucjly without enough force to break through. However, his head whipped back from the shot and he fell to the ground.