Schizm had tailed Moddex all the way to the line of officers. The tank was abnormally fast for what it was, but he'd still needed to make guesses on a couple of turns. Luckily he'd found the spot.
He peered out the window to where Moddex and Jericho were felling Enforcers left and right, and the police, still confused about this new development, only fired a few potshots. Some got uncomfortably close, though. However, none of the shots were aimed at the tank. Schizm thought that the police squad saw him as backup, which was affirmed as one officer began waving and shouting frantically at him, pointing to the two in the field.
Schizm drew out one of his sidearms, a modified handheld pulse cannon he'd salvaged years ago before they were outlawed, and pointed it out the slot that served for his peephole. The Enforcer only had time enough to let his jaw drop before his arm was taken off at the elbow, leaving nothing but a charred stump.
At the moment the policemen were paying more attention to Moddex and Jericho, both of them dodging easily. It still presented danger though. One good hit with those large-calibur handguns and they wouldn't have time to repair their wounds before dying. Watching carefully as more eyes turned toward the tank, he motioned to Istauri. "Bring up your guard as best you can. I need a little time to get this thing targeted." He brought the turret swinging around to face the opposition and shouted to his comrades. "Get off the field! Unless you want to go down with them, get in the cargo hold quick!" He dropped the hatch for the cargo hold and prepared to fire.