An answer to Jane's shout came in the form of a blur, slamming into Trace's back. "Tch, give me a minute to finish recovering," Alex grumbled, finishing the annoying difficult at this time act of getting back on his feet after digging himself out of the building. In his hand was his Nuke, the gun barrel exposed and a trail of silver dust the only indication of there ever being a blade attached to the end. Narrowing his eye, he could see that the surrogate drill bit he shot in the maniac's back was barely doing anything, even as it kept spinning and attempting to drill bit into the black stone thanks to the rather simple command of 'spin' he attached to it. Out of the corner of his gaze, he saw something and a quick idea was formed. Aiming, he entered a simple 'command line' to the next shot as he fired.<span style="font-style: italic">'Strengthen. Shape. Spin.'</span>And in that second, idea and will came together to become purpose. A second pseudo-drill shot out of the handgun, striking Trace and attempting to drill into him as well. This one didn't appear to be doing much either. But, then again, it didn't<span style="font-weight: bold">need</span>to.<br/><br/>After all, the (admittedly rather beaten up) truck that rammed into the now distracted young man was plenty to throw him off his game. Noticing there was a silver-haired person in the driver's sear, he figured it must belong to the blonde and her friend. Either that or they somehow found a random truck and hotwired it.<br/><br/>"ALRIGHT, GET THE HELL IN!" Jane yelled, hauling herself over to the vehicle putting Alan into it's truck bed as fast she could without trying to hurt the boy. She looked over at Trace, noticing he had been sent flying a decent amount of distance away, but was already standing back up. He was obviously disoriented, however, and the gunslinger hoped that was going to give them enough time. She run over to Garret and grabbed him, helping him to his feet, the monster hunter being a bit heavier than Alan making it difficult to carry him. Soon enough he was also in the truck bed, and Jane climbed up inside it as well. "ALRIGHTY WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE JOINING US, CYCLOPS!" She yelled over at Alex.<br/><br/>Huffing slightly in annoyance at the nickname, the courier ran for the truck, grabbing the edge of the bed to throw himself over and into it. As soon as Silver felt the slight bounce from a full-grown man jumping into the back, he pulled the gear-shift to reverse and floored it. "Hang on tight," he spoke up, eyes flashing for an instant. Spinning the wheel to the side, the truck's front all but threw itself sideways. In the next second, he started spinning it the other way as he shifted it back into drive and the truck sped off as it re-oriented itself into going the opposite direction from the crazed stone-covered young man.<br/><br/>As soon as Alex had jumped in, Jane pulled him down, a sharped black stone flying  right above them, exactly where Alex's torso just was. The black stone broke through the truck's back windshield and out it's front, causing the glass to shatter, causing Jane to pop her head up and leer at the maniac. "DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO REPLACE WINDOWS AROUND HERE, YOU JACKASS?" She shouted at him, before turning around. "You alright, Silver?"<br/><br/>"Nothing a few seconds of rest won't fix," he replied, grinning slightly with small scratches on the sides of his head from the shattered back windshield. "Also, is that concern I hear?" He knew teasing Jane would probably earn him some pain later, but right this moment he was driving so he can at least delay the inevitable. "So, I can't help but notice the kid back there's out cold. How hard did you hit him?" He asked, partially to distract her from thoughts of revenge and partially out of concern. He knows Jane, and he knows she hits<span style="font-weight: bold">hard</span>when she feels the need to. "And another thing, how are you guys back there?" He asked, calling over his shoulder without taking his eyes off the road.<br/>"What do you think?" Alex deadpanned, favoring a noticeable bruise on his face from when he was smashed into a building.