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~As he spun to face the chrome 'hounds' chasing him, he reached into his holsters and grabbed for his twin 11mm handguns, grasping nothing but air.~ "s**t, Scarab" ~He exclaimed, and grabbedthe pistol grip of the shotgun Slung over his left shoulder. He barely had time to c**k and take the safety off before the light above him was blocked out by the silhouette of a streetbike decending from a jump over him~

~the sound of the big guage peppering the bottom of the falling bike echoed through the construction area. The oilpan sparked as the pellets collided with it, but nothing caused enough damage to break through and catch fire. Leadstorm dove to one side and rolled behind a backhoe. "There's no way I'm getting my connection severed by these yahoos" he said to himself, ejectingthe standard cartridges and reloading with double ought buckshot. "all this over a set of wheels, and I don't even have a set to get away on..."

He hit the low barricade and pulled up on the bike, easily launching himself across the street. At just about the same moment his bike hit pavement, something was rattling with the sound of about two hundred old shake-n-spray paint cans being prepped to go at the same time. Trau checked his bike and held on hard. No, it wasn't his bike making the sound. Then he noticed the man clutching a shotgun and diving behind a backhoe when the two street bikes landed. "Interesting. Looks like I'm not the only one being a little on the defiant side tonight."

Trau watched for a second as the two Chromers signaled to each other over the roar of the bikes and the muted sighs of the city. When they pulled the autopistols, Trau cranked his throttle, jumped another barricade into the construction site, charged the closest man like he was jousting, and, in one motion, drew, swung, and sheathed his katana.

Trau felt the sword bite deep into the man's upper arm; flesh, sinew, something harder than bone. He might have cut if off, he may not have. What was for certain, however, was the fact that this man wasn't going to be holding his autopistol much longer.

Trau pulled around the construction site, using dirtpiles and heavy construction gear like an old-fashioned dirtbike track. He looked up to see another car pull into the construction site entrance. "Uh-oh."

~Leadstorm cocked the shotgun andpeered out over the engine of the backhoe and saw one of the two bikers eat it. 'These morons think they can take me when they can't even stay on their bikes' hethought to himself. 'this isn't even worth the ammunition.' he let the shotgun fall to his side and clenched his left hand into a fist as the wolvers extended

'Five minutes' he told himself. 'any longer and your heart'll explode, that's what the Doc said.' He felt his adrenal levels raise and his pulse jump to 400 as He switched on the experimental overdrive function of his adrenal implant. Everything slowed down through his eyes. He leapt at the chromer still on his bike, taking a step on the top of the engine to boost the foreward thrust and throw him into a roll. the chromer's autopistol leveled at him, but just before he could pull the trigger, leadstorm connected, shoving the wolvers through his forearm and pushing the barrel away. Before the poor b*****d had time to scream Leadstorm brought his knee up to the chromer's throat. They both fell backwards as the bike swerved out of control into the backhoe behind them. Leadstorm fell onto the chromer, using his body to cushion the contact with the ground.

Only then did he notice that there was someone else here, someone whose body didn't glint in the setting sun.~

~Leadstorm did his best to maintain eye contact with the man on the dirtbike while watching his downed foe and the chromers in the car, which proved to be very easy with his heitened senses. His wolvers retracted and he stood up. out of the corner of his eye he sawone of the chromers pulling something out of the trunk of the car, and suddenly his sence of urgency was restored. "Oky, but we move NOW!" he sprinted over to the man on the bike. by this time the RPG launcher was in clear view as the chromer tossed it onto his shoulder to take aim~

Threl didnt really know what Aleister'd called him out for, couldnt know what his old friend was dragging him into, and wouldnt care either. Thats why it was Threl that Aleister contacted, convinced that he could find no better to help realize their plans.
It was the weight of these plans that was unbalancing his nerves. The fate of Daitokai 3 was a matter of great importance to a number of people, most with far greater means than a thug like Aleister, and when a new force comes into play, a force that could swing the balance of power in a new and unexpected direction, these individuals tend to take notice.
Aleister's job was to put things into motion, making ready for grander schemes and loftier goals. The kind of thing a chummer who'd already got things the way he wanted would like to n** in the bud.
Aleister had to put all these things out of his head, sitting at their table in a divey bar in the a** end of the city, trying to explain to his old friend that they were gonna be running up against some much bigger guns than they'd ever had to deal with before.
Aleister was about to put on his best "I'm fragging serious" face and try to explain all this to Threl when he heard the distinctive sound of booted feet on rusted steel above them. He only had time enough to look up, noting a number of man-sized yellowish blotches through the ceiling before laserfire cut through the roof and burned a hole in the table where, seconds earlier, his head had been.

~as they finally lost the gang, Leadstorm checked the timer display in his marquee. 30 seconds left on the rush. "get us somewhere I can crash and I'll tell you a story." He said, dreading the downer aftetr this long in rush. 'God, I hope this guy's a friend and not gonna rob me blind when I come down" he thought to himself.