<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"The same goes fithe the cops!" Rpunding the coner is a pair of super tank the 2 bloking the main highway in frount of them. She slid to a halt. They caught betwin a rock and a hard place. And the skulls marks on the tanks was a bad sign. As Big Momma and them stoped a few yards be hind them.<br/><br/>"Well Im out of the ideas. Got any miracles up your sleaves?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>(OOC: I believe the only possible response is 'You have got to be bloody well kidding!' They're Baneblades, aren't they? 319 tons of armour, a crew of ten, a demolisher cannon, auto-cannon, twin triple linked heavy bolters in sponsons, and no respect for personal property.)<br/><br/>He shrugged in his short sleeved shirt. "No miracles, no sleeves." One way or another, he was dead. There was no helpful naga with a power sword this time. He was also really angry, enough to overpower his fear at that realisation. He'd finally met a girl who was interested in him, and this happened. Well, he could save her at least.<br/><br/>"Reverse, behind the corner, get your family away while I distract them." He slid something from his battle jacket pocket over her shoulder and into her top pocket. "Candy, my last roll. That's part of a boyfriend's job too... GO!"<br/><br/>He dived off the bike, rolling and coming up into a crouch, keeping low. He pulled something, the roll of duct tape actually, but by keeping it half hidden, it would look like a mine to the paranoids manning those things. His plan, if you could call it that, was to dive underneath it, below the traverse of those nasty looking sponson guns and the cannon out front. While it probably had serious belly armour, they'd be worried he'd shove it into one of those tracks.<br/><br/>They'd focus on eliminating him before he set his mine, rather than killing May, he hoped. Even so, his only hope of survival, and May's, was if the crew saw this as a boring patrol, and weren't alert enough to react immediately, giving the two time enough to act. It was likely, it was about 4am by now, the first glimmers of false dawn were appearing on the horizon, and these guys were almost certainly wanting to finish their patrol, and go to bed.