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~Leadstorm stayed focused on the Mutants heading his way. "Take what it needs, hair, skin, blood, whatever, just do it before I have to start shooting." he says over his shoulder, as he catches a glint in the herd out of the corner of his eye. He let the first of his phospherous grenades fly into the oncoming wall, noticing more and more shining points around the back edges of the herd...~

"Hair"

It was the only warning he gave Leadstorm before pulling out several strands of the man's hair and walked back to the bike, watching the display panel with anticipation.

A few moments later, it came to life. No sooner had it come to life, that he took control of it, manipulating the AI to open files it would otherwise never have opened to him, simply through the confusion he'd caused the AI by those files being mislabled.

Eventually, he managed to access the user list and edit it down to only Leadstorm's dna as authority to access the bike, inadvertently pretending to be Leadstorm for the time being until such a time as he'd cleared the virus out of the system.

The sound of explosives followed by gunshots alerted Eseen awake. She'd been squatting in the boot of Joe's car since he left, keeping quiet enough to make sure she would be his distraction if the time came. Sure, it wasn't thievery, but she was good at such things and whoever this guy was, he was paying her something significant enough to consider it.

Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly anyone completely reliable as a professional. The long wait and quiet time in the dark, while quite hot, was relaxing. She had fallen asleep clutching a rocket propelled grenade launcher. Sure she wasn't exactly proficient in using one, but Joe had made sure she knew how to load a round, all that was needed for a distraction if the time came. The rapid bursts of fire that startled her awake seemed like a good an indication as any for such a thing.

She shifted to the side and stretched as far as she could, something about laying in a boot for a few hours tended to get a bit cramped. A friendly click echoed through the small space followed by the intense light that flooded the compartment, making her squint as the boot carefully opened.

Once she was given enough space, she quickly began loading the weapon, or at least attempting to. The sound of gunfire around her, while she had experience with it, was still quite nerve wracking as she wasn't one for such excessive use of violence. Moments later, the easy assembly of the weapon was complete and she drew her strength to mount the weapon in place, aiming at where the gunfire was coming from.

It took her a few moments to identify the scenario, finding herself pondering among other things why Leadstorm looked so familiar. She would have fired at him regardless, if her curiosity didn't spark up to where he was firing. A glance to the corner of her eye revealed the horde of creatures charging towards them, something completely unexpected as an extreme of something other than her employer being shot at.

Whatever the case, a swarm of creatures marching towards her was unsettling at best and the self preservation instinct took over. She pulled the grenade launcher over towards her and put it in position to aim at the oncoming mutants. As soon as she was certain it was aimed and loaded properly, she fired.

A burst of hot air shot out from the back, scorching the lining of the boot and a thin trail of smoke protruded from the grenade all the way to its target rather quietly until it impacted with a torso. The ensuing explosion ripped it apart and sent the nearby mutants outwards from it, a few body parts detatching themselves and accellerating that slight bit faster than the rest of them. It sent a few more just out of range into a disarray as it was the second explosion to erupt in their ranks.

"SKASE! IF YOU'RE DEAD, I'LL KILL YOU FOR GETTING ME INTO THIS MESS!" She yelled out randomly, completely unaware of where he was at the time, trying to focus on loading the second of three rounds.

~Leadstorm took aim at another chunk of the oncoming wall, only to see his target erupt in a flash of white, then hear the girl from the club's voice. "Well, at least I'm not the only one here blowing s**t up" he mumbled to himself before firing off another round. At Joe's request, he responded "Sure, if you come and shoot the gun, I'll go talk to the AI. but let's make this rol;e-reversal s**t quick, I've never seen you shoot, and I'd rather have you getting everything ready so I can ride outta here..." ~

~Leadstorm sprinted back to the bike and jacked himself in at the wrist. Vinnie was pleasantly responsive to him this time around. "As Primary user, I'm going to make a secondary account. The man that's been playing with your programming is to be allowed technical access only, nothing physical, nbu everything mechanical he'll need to repair you at any time. he's your tech support, and I expect you to let him do his job." Leadstorm said before Vinnie could get a word out. The AI processed for a few moments befrore responding "well fine, but I'm still going to keep my eye on what circuts he's messing with. That bast..." Without waiting for Vinnie to finish, leadstorm disconnected, and came back up to reclaim his firearm.~ ((you can post what you're doing while this goes on, I tried to make it seem as hurried as possible.))

~Leadstorm shouted back over the ounds of the explosions keeping the mutants at bay "If you two ladies are done arguing about who sucks the biggest what in civitas for the cheapest, I'd love it if we could get that damn bike's automated weapon systems active... We could use all the firepower we can get our hands on right now..." as he said this he accessed his comm's memory, and sent a call out to Trau, Mark, Dom, and everyone else he could remember that was in the CENTAUR squad. "if anyone gets this, head to the waste outside TBF and bring guns, big guns. you will be paid in parts from whatever chromers aren't obliterated. and I'll seriously owe you a favor" he waited, hoping at least one of them would be willing to help out a bit...~

"Would it harm you to be a bit more patient?"

He mumbled as he continued attaching wires. Disconnecting things was always easier than reconnecting, especially with the AI's attitude problem. If he hadn't needed to verify that he'd cleared the virus entirely from the AI he doubted he'd have given it voice control back as early as he did, but he did.

So annoyed was he that he didn't realize what was going on around him until a man's voice interrupted the banter between him, Leadstorm and the AI, ******** exclaimed at the same time as he became aware of the gun at his head and the demands being made of him. Where the hell Eseen with her distraction was was beyond him, but if he'd have the chance later, he'd point out that he'd hired her to avoid situations like the one he found himself in.

He let go of the wires he had been dealing with, moving his hands slowly away from the bike, making a show of being harmless as he did so.

"You can have Vinnie, I'm not gonna stand in your way.. "

He assured Mark. Despite his exclamation earlier, he didn't have a death wish and held no attachment to the AI in question.