Shadowgirls

Fors chuckles, the wind causing his long hair to stream out behind him as he sits on a collapsible chair at the rear of the truck.  Delphi, even municipalities need to get rid of their old equipment eventually… and then it simply becomes a matter of knowing the skeletal contents of key figures' closets.  Okay, we're nearly at your location Tink and Maz, there's been no purs… scratch that, they're learning… two bikes are trailing us down parallell streets on either side of us.  Only spotted one by chance, and then of course I knew what to look for.  Hera, my fore view is partially blocked by the mass of the truck, do you see anything unusual ahead?  Ditto for everyone else, anything unusual?

Glad it came to good use so soon, love, I'd hate to think all those late nights and cold dinners were for naught!  Fors laughs, then sobers instantly at adamas' news.

Flash bangs, you say?   I'd thought they'd stick with their usual plan and hit us hard, hence the nigh-useless browning, but you may just have the solution here, adamas.  Provided that they have no other backup, that is.  Just, noone look up at me for the next thirty seconds or so, and I'll join you in your cab if you'll unlock the passenger door.  I'll try and spot your shooter at the same time.

Anyone within the camper portion of adamas' vehicle hears a *thump* upon its roof, and shortly thereafter Fors joins that notable in his cab.  It appears that your pursuer's passenger managed to clamber aboard, though his amateurish attempts at shooting you through the roof of your cab were luckily hampered by the wind and the violence of our helter-skelter flight.  Regardless, he now slumbers the sleep of one thoroughly unconscious, and will likely roll off to a non-fatal but well-deservedly painful landing on a stretch of lawn at the next turn.  Fors coughs apologetically.  I realized the need, so I did a little scouting on my way here.

Speaking of which, heads up again, folks – the enemy's down to the two cycles flanking us, but I noted headlights at the town's exit, and must presume some form of non-police roadblock.  Hera's truck is massive enough to punch a hole in that without being disabled, but after that I suggest you pass her, adamas, and make yourself scarce.  Yours is currently the most vulnerable situation, having only yourself to rely upon, and if Tink, Hera, Maz and I draw the enemy's attention, then Gaia bless it, you ought to have a clear path to safety.  Please excuse me now, I'll need both of your grenades, but will only use them once we arrive at the roadblock.  I'll be in contact.

Fors holds one flash-bang in each hand then leaps from the cab when the predicted turn arrives, rolling to mitigate the fall.  Turning without pause to address the fallen prisoner, the convoy's speed causes him to rapidly diminish in rear-view mirrors.

Post edited 10:15 am – April 27, 2010 by adamas

Thanks for the assist Fors. As soon as we get out of town Dinah and I are vapor trails out of state. Adamas pulls the handgun from the glovebox and clicks off the safety. I get the feeling she's the main objective of this mess so now she's my main responsibility. And may the gods aid you, and help those who try to take her.

Post edited 10:32 am – April 27, 2010 by Forsythe

Glad to help where I can, adamas – my contributions are largely informational but I can occasionally toss in a one-off strategic elimination.  Tink and Maz, peel off if you guys like, we can get out of town without you folks and it might be better for your own anonymity to avoid the blockade.  I leave it in your own hands to decide that, though I can see the convoy is rapidly approaching where I am now at the roadblock.  Good cess to us all, this night, and best not look back once the barriers are passed; that's when I'll be using adamas' party favors.

Post edited 5:50 pm – April 27, 2010 by adamas

Adamas sets the cruise control, rolls down the driver's side window, and leans out. The shotgun in his hands and steering with his feet as he pulls his shirt over his nose. Now lets give these guys a hot foot, shall we? He fires three shots, each looking like small fireballs as they fly past the firetruck and strike one of the cars' engine compartment, causing the engine to burst into flames seconds later as he drops back into the driver's compartment. That's one less persuer we'll leave behind us.