Holy shit this was well planned... this stunk of corporate planning, or something equally as tied to the information of what the hell happened before here, which was assuredly a corporate plan.  Harper hauled her naked ass out of the car, not a hair on her big-breasted slender elven body outside her head and eyebrows, her tight, firm ass flexing as she crawled out and put her long legs onto the ground, her large, perky breasts bouncing as she adjusted, with her decently sized cock dangling in front, currently flaccid because, well, fear and adrenaline had something of a shrinking effect!<br/><br/>Especially when you're naked, surrounded by flaming Knight Errant Citymasters and patrol cars carrying a fully hot Ares Predator V with one spare clip.  She didn't slow down as she moved to cover behind the other vehicle NOT on fire - the one that took her into the pillar - and pulled the datajack cable from the back of her head to plug into the Predator, hoping it was unlocked just enough for her to interface via DNI with her smartlink.  First she looked into the back, and if they still remained she was putting rounds into anyone in the back seat first; fragging corp-snakes betrayed her after all.  Time to get more ammo for her predator, maybe a shotgun if they had it, and then it was time to get the hell out before reinforcements arrived.  She did<em>not</em>need to fuck with a FRT or Firewatch team right now!