The driver, facing a hail of gunfire and a stunbolt, felt his body give out. Without the autopilot engaging, since it always took a moment to realize it was needed, the truck veered off to the left, then hit a rock and rolled over to its side...and then it exploded.<br/><br/>The other truck had a different fate. The doors got kicked open, and the people inside jumped out. The autopilot began to engage, right before the back end of the truck exploded, caused enough damage to make the tires burst, and made the whole thing grind to a screeching halt, showers of sparks spraying from the rims grinding on the bare dirt.<br/><br/>None of them looked like they were having a great day.<br/><br/>The Yakuza bikers, seeing that their job was done, spun around and sped back off towards Des Moines. They had made their point clear to the people they were here to attack. The vehicles the Shadowrunners had? Not part of the job description. Far as the bikers knew, they had no quarrel, and they had bullet wounds to take care of.