[Csjarrat]

rea, -1 defense (3d6.hits(5)=1) defense test, 1 hit, so 6 net hits!!!
S7 /2 +1P damage = 5 + net hits for 11P total.
damage resist: [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4422339/]tire damage resist (4d6.hits(5)=2) front left tire takes 9P damage


The knife finds its mark, lodging into the tire, despite the driver's attempt to weave out of the way.
The knife kicks out from underneath the pickup, clattering off down the road, but you see the tire rapidly starting to deflate. The occupants of the van are going apeshit wild at you now, gesturing baseball bats and long combat knives angrily, shouting in incomprehensible language over the roar of engines and the wind blasting through the window.
You saw the driver frantically doing his best to keep it under control as the steering tugs him over to the left, but you could see the old pickup was wounded.
Mantis you're up

[Scawire]

With the tire popped and the truck dancing all over the road Mantis decides that a stun bolt to the driver might make it harder for him to keep control of the truck. I know it is a risk to cast a spell but this one is most of the time not even noticed but then again this might back fire a bit. Mantis gathers the mana to throw a stun bolt at the driver, inorder to aid in his crashing of the truck. Dunk try and find a corner these guys wheel is popped.


Stun Bolt F5 (Drain (F/2)-1) = 1Phyaical
Spellcasting (Combat) 5 (7) + Magic 3 = 8 (10)
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4423442/ 3hits

Drain
Will 5 + Logic 5(7) + Daredrenaline 1 = 13
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4423445/ 7 hits no drain

[Csjarrat]

wil 3, edge 3 (6d6.hitsopen(5,6)=2)
you win with 1 net hit, he takes 6 damage and is knocked down
The force of your spell smacked into the driver, rattling him about in his seat. His head smacks into the door and the truck begins to pull to the left under the influence of the flat tire.
It takes a second before the gangers in the cab realise what has happened, their eager shouts replaced with a look of untold panic.
They grab the steering array too late, the truck impacting heavily into a street lamp as it mounts the pavement, scattering the pedestrian traffic into the shops and making them duck for cover behind the parked vehicles.
Two of the riders in the back of the pickup are catapulted over the top of the cab, landing hard on the concrete pavement slabs.
You see no movement from them as the scene behind you grows smaller with the distance Dunk puts between you and it.
Fuck me lads, thought we were here to take a wee look around, not make a fucking scene
He checks in the rear view mirror as he takes a left, taking another right at the next junction, trying to lengthen the gap to the crash site and lose any other tails.
Looking at the window as the adrenaline levels start to fade off, you see you'd headed deeper into the slums. In the excitement, you'd lost your bearings somewhat.

[Lumen]

Knives cackles as the truck rams into the light post, "Hahaha, take that ya fuckin wankers!  Nice air time Dunk!"  He lays back down, elevates his busted ankle, and lights up a smoke.  "Yea mate it was supposed to be a nice little peak around but at least I didn't have to gut them all on the streets.  Now that would have been a scene...  Hey Dunk...  where the fuck are we mate?"

[Csjarrat]

Er... Dunno mate. Get that GPS running again will ye?

[Scawire]

Mantis turns on his comm link again and gets his agent to pull up the GPS. Mantis again tell the Agent to take commands from Dunk. Ok Got the Agent working on our directions again, he will also take your commands Dunk. Mantis is still mad that he didn't give the elemental a better command at the start to save the team from having to crash a truck to make it away. I would say to safety but the looks of these streets don't seem to be any better then the slum that truck of thugs came from. Mantis joins Knives in lighting a smoke.

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis___
"Agent, continue previous route...."
erm. Agent, follow previous route map....
Agent, use old route?
He turns in the seat to face you, handing the commlink back.
Mantis, how the fuck de ye work this fuckin thing?
The GPS status light flickered, struggling to get a solid fix.

[Csjarrat]

___Knives___
The smoke calms your nerves slightly, the adrenaline of the combat starting to wear out of your system.
Taking a look around you as Dunk's evasive maneuvering takes you deeper into the shit-hole, you spot what you think is the market area you saw from your rooftop vantage point.
Pulling over, Dunk and Mantis struggle with getting a decent signal.
A few interested parties observe from a 2nd floor window, about 200 yards down the road to your left, the ancient curtains twitching repeatedly.

if you want to get your bearings properly, i'll need a memory roll or a navigation roll

[Lumen]

Knives pipes up, "Agent find pint." From his laid back position he keeps an eye out the rear window.

Memory test:
Logic 2 + Willpower 5 = 7d6
7d6.hits(5)=2

That was close, just short of a glitch.

[Csjarrat]

You figure that you must be about five or six blocks away roughly to the north east of where you were on the rooftops. The road you're on must have been a grand boulevard at one point in history. It was wide, and the buildings had obviously been pretty swanky before the crash. Now though, the bins overfilled, spilled onto the sidewalks. Bums and hobos filled the doorways, glassy eyes looking vacantly somewhere into the middle distance.
The narrow road to your left comes abruptly to an end in a pedestrianised zone, ramshackle market stalls being perused over by myriad types of shoppers. A quick glance shows everyone from old school punks to women in bhurkas. A light pedestrian traffic heads up the street towards you, turning onto the main and crossing the road to their destinations.

[Lumen]

"Oy bellends!  I thought we was heading for a pint.  Why did we stop five blocks from our scouting fiasco?"  Knives leans up in the seat and looks around,  "Just head for the swanky parts the gps will come back up."

[Csjarrat]

Dunk and Mantis both look at you surprised. Dunk cracks the short silence, clearly annoyed by your interjection.
alreet knobjockey, point us in the right direction then.

[Lumen]

Knives points east, "We came in from that way right?  Hell if you can get us back to the Euromart they have mapsofts."

[Csjarrat]

___Mantis___
As Knives points Dunk due north into the city centre, you feel a whispering inside your head.
An image forms of a building, a busy shop front dominating the lower half of it.
It is stacked with people, all eating, drinking and otherwise enjoying the ambience.
It is decrepit like the rest of the buildings around here, and the folk inside look like the locals you have seen thus far.
I have done your bidding and will return to my realm......

[Scawire]

Thanks little buddy. Mantis looks around happy the group is now putting some good distance from the slums. The little guy almost blew everything I do hope the smoke screen takes the spot light a bit off the fact we where snooping around that area. I guess I should turn on local news tonight see how much talk that little elemental will cause. Thing is poor people are not on the short list of people the corps care about, they might not even show much at all. Mantis keeps his eyes open for anything wanting to eat the group.