From his observation point atop a nearby building, Marco stood and drew a disk out from behind his back--beneath his longcoat.  He tossed it too the roof where it hovered a good half foot about the ground and extended and unfolded into a board with wings for steering it.  He hopped up onto it and pressed down on the uplifted front edge to propel himself forwards, drawn along by gravity.  He dropped off of the top of the building at a slightly slower than falling rate and bobed a few times as he zipped down the street, faster and faster, then turned and zoomed across the infiltrated building, turning sharply to dash throguh the middle of the gangers.  He shot up a wall and flipped off of the board, landing on his feet.  A gun in his meet hand extended, choosing a target from among the gangers.<br/><br/>"Box three," he instructed calmly as he drew a bead, then fired--launching a pellet at the ganger that--on contact--would explode into a web-like goo that would solidify as quickly as it engulfed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">2d6+Modifier, right?<br/>18 to hit.<br/>Engangle III</div></div>