It's<em>possible</em>that over the full-throated roar of the raging Harley, Rez might hear the distant thumping of the cal-fifty. It's<em>possible</em>that she might mistake it for someone else's engine vibrating. It's<em>possible</em>she might spot the fresh trees of soil sprouting up and out of the dry grass as the machine gun hurls them high, and connect those fresh signs to more trouble, lying in wait.<br/><br/>Life's just full of possibilities (<em>and so,</em>rattling bones whisper,<em>is Death</em>).<br/><br/>...But there's little to<em>no</em>possibility that the Vultures, having been told by their leader to divide and conquer, will fail to follow through on part two of that order. Not when there's loot to be had, not when their numbers are low and, from their perspective, the other two vehicles are running as planned, and definitely not with the eyes of Rez upon them. If the Bozos turn back, then the tactic will repeat itself, but for now there's one stuck Klown Kar and ten bikes peeling off from pursuit to go back and thrash it. Rez keeps a weather-eye on the behavior of the two remaining runners as she whips her hawg around, its engine guards digging up clods of dirt and dying grass as the rugged old Harley skids into a turn.<br/><br/>The whooping wolfpack descends, running better now that it's a downhill race to where the one unfortunate truck blew a tire out. The Vultures fan out before contact, looping back and forth but not getting behind the truck where they might catch a bullet from the three riflemen Rez left with Amanuel.<br/><br/>With his open door offering no real cover, the clown gets off a brief burst before a volley of shotgun blasts and more primitive projectiles hurls most of his upper half out of the truck through the far window. The mess of orange-haired mulch lands and lies still for barely a moment before Newt (late to the party) nails it to the ground with a signature coup-spear, its long sling of draggled black feathers dangling with no wind to stir them.<br/><br/>Newt and four of the others ditch their bikes, the more experienced riders diving in close beside the truck and beginning to frenziedly pound its sheet-metal sides with the butts of their weapons, intent on scaring anyone remaining within out and into the sights of the waiting riflemen, while Rez and the rest of the<em>Los Buitres</em>pack wheel their own steeds around in case the two trucks have changed course. They pause astride their rides to reload their weapons, dividing their attention between the two trucks uphill from them and the one beside them in case it should suddenly vomit forth more targets.<br/><br/>For his part, Newt is all too cocky about the sudden destruction despite his meagre participation, and yanks the ex-driver's legs out through the open door, spinning and hurling them high in a twirling mess of red-spattered blue, white and pink. With the clown having exited his vehicle in two halves on opposite sides, any observers can have no doubt whatsoever about his condition.<br/><br/>Rez's feral grin is a flicker of white from Warner's position, and now she is casting her gaze about, trying to spot what he's shooting at since it doesn't seem to be the two trucks.<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">Rolling 9 (damn, 1 shy of the really good stuff) on Seize by Force  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56358)gives me 2 choices from the table, so:<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• you take definite hold of it<br/>• you impress, dismay or frighten your enemy<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Since I didn't choose "You suffer little harm," I expect you'll be telling me where that machine pistol burst landed. Rez is right in there shooting and shouting, so she'll take the same her gang does, per p.169, though her armor is a point better than theirs.<br/><br/><br/>Right now it's half of Los Buitres (technically a little less since 2 are stuck and 3 presumably are in the van's rear-quarter, over by Amanuel and can't see the clown in the front...But that's still 10 Vultures) against 1 visible clown. That means every one of them will be gunning for him for lack of other apparent targets. 3 Harm (well-armed) gang +1 due to Small Gang vs 1 individual, grand total of 4 harm. For an NPC, that's 10 O'clock, one step past "terrible wounds, fatal" and into immediately fatal with potential for mangling...I'm going to call that a splash, since he'd need Armor 2 to survive and 'shirtless' doesn't suggest even Armor 1.<br/><br/>And I'm going to lean on that 'mangling' descriptor for 'you impress, dismay or frighten your enemy'.<br/><br/>This is a somewhat peculiar situation. On the one hand, I feel I don't need to have Rez even acknowledge the waiting ambush because her prior instructions to the gang determined that they'd drop pursuit and take out the vehicle which got stuck. Eliminate one enemy fast before regrouping to worry about the rest. Under the circumstances, as a player I'm reading the situation as "the damned bait fell down before it got into ambush range," with your hard move, Cold, being that she has 2 bikes out of the fight already (though not lost permanently). If the three trucks had stayed together she'd have ended up in the ambush, but with one down...<br/><br/>Marking 2/5 on Hard.</div></div>