Stephanie and Dr. Hausmann had already made it out the front door. Dr. Smith took one look around and nodded. "Yeah, let's bug out," he said. He and Lucy went with Bob and followed them outside, leaving Alvarez and Flynn alone in the lobby.
(Alvarez and Flynn, roll Listen. Remember the -5% penalty from your helmets.)
West of the tower-
"Ja, Bob," called Dr. Hausmann as she and Stephanie made their way around the police cruiser. "We must move quickly."
"You got room in there for us too?" asked Dr. Bernard Smith.
"It only seats five," said Stephanie. "Dr. Hausmann and I have to go, and Bob has to fly it. We've also promised Alvarez a place on board, which only leaves one seat. I'd really like for you to come with us, Dr. Smith, and I'm sure you could be of help when we reach Omaha. If they can save Erica, though, that won't leave any open seats." She glanced up towards the tower roof as she headed for the chopper. The flatbed truck was still idling nearby, and the barrel was still hooked up to the fuel pump. It had been completely drained into the chopper's fuel tank. "There's nobody up on the roof that I can see. Looks like that sniper had the sense to get off." She and Dr. Hausmann reached the helicopter and opened the doors. "I can't fly this bird, but maybe I can start the engine up. I saw Erica do it, and I'm smarter than the average blonde." Sure enough, she managed to start it up.