Veronica grabs hold of the chains and hoists the door upright; even with the rest of you helping her hints of the strain can be seen on her face. Carefully, so very carefully, she starts edging along the side of the truck. The bottom of the shield scrapes hideously against the decking, a sound soon accompanied by the chatter of the sentry pods and the pinging of their deadly payloads striking harmlessly against the metal.
Then, just by the nose of the truck, something goes wrong. Andrew calls out as the second sentry opens up, and as she repositions herself against the onslaught, the shield catches on something and wrenches itself free of her grip, tipping forward -- and drawing the fire of both sentries.
Desperately she lunges for it, yanking it backwards only to loose her footing while dooing so, her foot loosing traction in a smear of acid paint. The top of the shield crashed into the front of the trucks cargo container, keeping her mostly covered...
As she desperately rolls beneath the truck, one fo the turrets scores a parting shot, a stitch of three pink stains along her leg.