Broadly speaking, there's dozens upon dozens of better places to find yourself than in the back of a renta-cop cruiser, basically naked, and listening to the two-headed brain-trust upfront debated about the classics of the era. And up until about two minutes ago, the only real satisfaction that Harper Smith could feel about her position was that at least two of the other cruisers were full because of her skills.<br/><br/>It had been a real slot-up of runners interfering with runners, corp double crosses, and KE coming in to get a big haul.<br/><br/>Then the driver grabbed at his chest, and almost ran the car off the road if not for the valiant efforts of the other talking head upfront. Admittedly, worthless efforts as one of the other cruisers didn't recover in time, and actually sent both cruisers into a nice, solid pair of support pillars. The less enhanced were probably dead, but Harper managed to come out mostly fine. If she still had her gear, it'd be all fine.