"GO!"
Your trio of helpers moves into action the moment they hear your command. Anderson helps the injured couple to catch up with the others who got a headstart.
It's just you and the EXPURGATION PRODECURE now. You can't make out much but you can tell that the rate the crowd is growing is slowing down by a lot. It's still growing in size but you stunted it for the time being.

Good. Good.

Thousands of eyes now stare at you. Waiting for you to make a move.
You draw the HELIOS SEEKER.
You raise it up to the air. You pull the trigger.

Two bright orange beads of light pop up at the front and back of the swarm. You leap back right before a beam as wide as a sports car slams down where you were once standing. Nothing the beam hits survives. Flesh, bone, steel and concrete melt away just as easily as cotton candy when you pour water over it.

The EXPURGATION PRODECURE pours around the beam as they charge forward but with the sheer amount of agents charging at you, a good chunk of the crowd is forcefully pushed in the way of the beam. The horde has been successfully slowed for this round.
You take this moment to fucking book it as the beam melts through the crowd. You doubt the beam is going to last forever so you need to make as much distance as you can.

A symphony of engines revving and confused, enraged screaming can be heard from the streets, buildings and businesses near where all of this is going down. You're sure some of your associates had to see this - You can only hope they can buy you enough time to get out of here.
You weave into a narrow alleyway that you last saw your allies rushing down. There's one good thing about the City and its backstreets - There's enough alleyways and small, weird dead eyes to lose anyone chasing after you.

You rejoin with Anderson, Max and Benjamin. Your other allies have about a five foot lead on you and you think you still have a solid sixty foot lead on the EXPURGATION PRODECURE. That's what you thought, at least.

The backstreets you're in branches out in three different paths - North, east and west.

The B-CORP THREAT EVALUATOR collar around Max's neck is beeping like crazy now. "Shit! We're about to be attacked!"
Ashley yells out from the front of the crowd, "EVERYONE, TO THE RIGHT!"
Your allies swerve down the rightmost turn and that was the right decision - Hundreds of OCEP agents suddenly flood the north and western alleyways. They smash right through building walls like they were nothing but tissue paper. They quickly pour after your group as everyone desperately rushes down the only safe alleyway.

You turn around and you immediately regret it. A wall of flesh as tall as the buildings surrounded you is only about twenty five feet away from your FAMILY. With every second that passes, they close the gap inch by inch. You know for a FACT that if they catch ANYONE, they'll be beaten into a fine red mist. Instant death. Like a killzone.