<b>Spook </b><br/><br/>Vehicles had pulled off, people that could see what was going on were fleeing, drivers ducking inside their cars. The clown throttled his bike, closing the gap. He ducked down, reducing his profile on the machine as Spook's SMg came out. His right wrist popped, his hand folding back as a foot long blade extended out of his forearm. He accelerated, reading to strike as he passed.<br/><br/>The bullets started, coming close, but Spook's aim and control were too far off to reliably direct the fire. Fifteen bullets in as many seconds. People screamed and shouted, shell casings hit the concrete. The clown tucked, came in close, swung hard. The blade smashed into Spook's right arm, the blade scarring the metal prosthetic bounding back. Something in Spook's arm jammed, her elbow rotor catching.<br/><br/>The bike screeched as he pulled the brake, screeched again as he pulled the throttle to spin out the rear tire and bring the bike back around. A fifty meters away, too far for Spook to hit. He pulled an AP-30 out of a holster on his leg, checked the clip, trigger the slide to load a round. It was bullets to bullets now. The road reflected in his goggles, the topless woman in its center. His breathing hard behind the face mask.<br/><br/>He pulled the throttle, shouted and hollered as the rear tire spun, making an ever expanding cloud of white smoke. He let in the clutch and the machine started moving.<br/><br/>And in a blur of black the rider was off the bike, rolling across the ground. The machine, without a pilot lurched forward and tumbled, skidding across the ground. The rider pushed himself up, and then tried to scream as he was jerked upwards, and his spine broken as he was hit between his shoulder blades. The black figure dropped the man, couching and trying to move, the nerves to his lower body severed.<br/><br/>The visored helmet turned, the roadway reflecting in it. Advanced body armor, black. Nobunaga Wakazashi N-100 holstered at her waist. On her shoulder, an emblem, backlit. It read "WatchTower Securities." Spook stared back at herself in the reflection in the visor.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Spook:  -15 Loaded SMG Ammo<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>