[Lumen]

"I'm the first to admit I don't know bollocks about a fraggin com.  I can call, text, and browse nodes... that's about it mate.  Seeing as how I can't even call the fuckin' Johnson on it, I'd rather break it in half and shove it up this bloke's ass than ave 'im sendin' more wankers after us."  It seems the madder Knives gets the thicker his low brow east end accent comes out, "Only reason I aven't geek 'im yet is 'cause 'en it's blood fer blood." 

He takes a few breaths then reels in his anger and accent, "But...  First thing's first.  We need to get you two..." he nods to Mantis and Dunk, "to a Doc that's speaks the bloody King's English but not enough to ask questions like where's your visa.  Now if we're done pussyfooting around we need to go. Now!"

[Sillasion]

As the bike comes off the ramp into the new pack of fun, she lets out a loud laugh. She turns her body, trying not to jerk the bike for Deet, and as she turns she begins to cross herself backwards once more.


Target:
Two behind us that will act this round.

Attack:
Stun Ball Force 5
-Clarification- I am going to be throwing the stun ball far enough back (30 meters since I'm going force 5) to give Deet and I the 5 meter cushion for not being in it.

Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 = Dice Pool 9
9d6.hits(5)=2
gross Hits 2 + Force 5 =  7S Damage

Resit Drain - Resisting 3S
Will 5 + Charisma 6 = Dice Pool 11
11d6.hits(5)=3
3 Hits - Drain Resisted

[Scawire]

Mantis turns on his bike armors suit then makes a small run (jog) to the car doing his best to look and see if anyone is noticeable. If he makes it to the car he gets himself into the back seat with all this gear.

[Lumen]

Knives grabs the ork's two pistols and fancy cigar case and shoves them in his bag.  He then fishes out his com and powers it down.  Once Dunk is ready he'll head out to the car, closing the door behind them.  The human reluctantly takes the drivers seat and pulls up the car's display, trying to get a baring and rough distance to this Gare du Nord.  *It ain't shit to go on but it's better than staying here.*

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire + Lumen___
Dunk nods;
Got it mate, lets get the fuck out of here
He winces as he squeezes his wounded arm into his jacket, the hastily applied bandages catching on the lining and tugging at the wound.
It had turned into quite a nice day for late autumn, a hazy sunshine broke through the light cloud cover in places and the cool breeze only lightly tugged at the looser parts of your outfit.

As you head to the car, you catch the sound of what appears to be automatic fire, a couple hundred metres away. The sound echoes loudly off the flat surfaces of the building and outbuildings making it hard to pinpoint its location as you spin round to get a better look.
perception tests (audio only) please, include spatial recognizers if owned.

[Lumen]

Perception 4 + Intuition 3 + Enhancements 3 + Spatial Recognizer 2 = 12d6
12d6.hits(5)=3


"Oh for fuck sake what now?"

[Scawire]

Once Mantis gets into the car he turns off his comm telling the rest to do so if they have not already. I'll see if I can fix them later right now just cut the wireless and we will get a few throw a ways until we can fixes these Mantis thinks he can hear something not sure yet.


Perception (Visual) 1(3) + INT 2 Audio Enhancement 3 - 2 wound = 4

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4344591/ 0 hits but no Glitch

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Two short bursts of automatic fire erupt from behind the safehouse, you assume from the far side of the scrubland a couple-hundred metres away.
You spin on your heels and instinctively duck, taking cover near the car.
Dunk sprints the short distance out of the front door to the car, gesturing with his good arm in the direction of the access road.

___Scawire___
You hear gunfire somewhere nearby as you race ahead of the others towards the car, reaching it and opening the door before the others get there.
Killing the wireless on your commlink, you see Dunk gesturing wildly at something on the far side of the car, back up towards the access road.


__Both___
The sound of screeching tires and wailing engines is preceded by a loud impact and the sound of tearing metal-on-concrete.
You've no sooner reached your vehicle before a heavily dented van approaches from around the corner of the copse of trees further up the access road.

___Sillasion___
invisible castle is now up, roll away!!! 

[Scawire]

Mantis decides to take cover at the car, and watches to see what the team decides to do. Knowing that he and the team are under the cover of a spirits concealment ability he hopes it will help give a small bit of edge to the team. Since Mantis is under his bike armors chameleon system he knows it will be hard for his fellow runners to see him so he decides to watch his teammates for cues on what the team wants to do.

[Lumen]

Knives' head is spinning like a top trying to make heads and tails of the situation.  *Alright, at least one out in the shrubs with an automatic.  Who knows how many in the van.*  Staying as hidden as he can behind the car he draws his two fineblades.  *I really hope these blokes in the van are our getaway... otherwise this street is about to get a fresh coat of red.*

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen+ Scawire____
The van screeches around the final bend onto the wide crumbling concrete parking area, it's sliding door opening before the van had come to a halt a little way from your parked car.
Two obviously armed blokes jumped out, running towards the car
"GET IN THE FUCKING VAN!!"


__Sillasion___
resist (3d6.hits(5)=1)
resist (3d6.hits(5)=1)both take a whopping 6s!
The bike kicks like a mule as the back wheel struggles for traction in a patch of weeds momentarily, but Deet throttles through it as you pivot in your seat, weaving mana around your arm into a destructive bolt. You loose the simmering energy with a flick of your wrist, detonating it just beyond the rear of the straggling bikers.
The force of the detonation ripples through the manasphere, it's invisible but deadly effects taking their toll on your tails, both sent reeling sideways as they struggle to control their bikes.


rea 4 pilot 4(bikes 6) ar 1 - wounds2 (9d6.hits(5)=2)
rea 4 pilot 4(bikes 6) ar 1 - wounds2 (9d6.hits(5)=3) both control tests made!

Severely pissed off by your attack, the bikers look at each other and gun the throttle, each roaring engine providing the soundtrack to the pure anger en-route to you.
The right hand side bike raises a chain ready to strike as he closes the gap, lashing out with a vicious whipping action

clubs 4 agi 4 - wounds 2 (6d6.hits(5)=3)
dodge at -2 for being restricted movement (bike seat) please

[Scawire]

With no one able to see me, there is no way I'm jumping in some strange dudes van with out back up. You know what your mother said never go any where with strangers.

[Lumen]

Knives nods to his companions, "That's our que mates!"  With that he races to the van and hops in scooting back to leave room for the others.

[Scawire]

Once Mantis sees knives make his run for the van Mantis decides to make haste in tow. Oh man these guys best be on our side if not we are going to have a fun up close and personal fight. Mantis does his best to jump in after Knives still a bit paranoid since last time he talked to a stranger he got a hole in his shoulder he decides to keep his suit in stealth mod but yells to the group. Your crazy ork side kick is hear and accounted for just missing the third member of the mob squad.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire + Lumen___
The two armed men split as you run past them towards the van. One turns to address knives as he makes his dash to the open van door.
Their weapons stay low, but ready.
"Smith wants to talk, face to face. Anyone left in the house?"
The second armed bloke headed towards the door of the safehouse, muttering something into his mic, a small but capable SMG slung over a should and in a semi- ready firing pose.
Dunk catches up to Mantis, lugging his gear wth his un-injured arm.
Smith's on our side right? He's the Johnson?

__Lumen__
The van was punched up, it had obviously been in a recent impact. Jumping into the rear cabin, the reek of stale cigarettes was overwhelming.
Hopping in, you see the back bench seating area is empty and plonk your arse heavily into the deceivingly uncomfy seats, slinging your gear by your left foot.
The smoked glass that separated you from the driver's cabin was set to opaque, but the intercom light popped up followed by a thick cockney accent.
"You boys fucked up good. Smith ain't happy. You still got the data?"
The intercom