The force triggers the gun to close - which means that the claws jam into its arm entirely, while it's at it - and that fucking hurt, asshole, even though SecUnit's expression and reaction doesn't give away the instinctive response it has to such a situation. It doesn't draw away - if anything it lets the claw catch deeper, the hooked ends snagging into its flesh as it takes advantage of the metal struts underneath and twists, to force Heat's arm to an uncomfortable angle as it does.

That gives it a moment - just enough time before Heat decides to wrench his claws free or use his jaws instead on some other part of SecUnit. It uses the free hand to pull out the radio insert it always carries. "Either you stop," it says, "Or I set the whole Convoy on you." Then, to spell it out, "They know me. They don't know who the fuck you are."