Bubble Boy<br/><strong>5am, Crash Site</strong><br/><br/>The over-armored and up-gunned Duelist drone that Alvin typically wore into fire fights levered its way out of the wreck, but its movements were stiff and slow, obviously under the control of the drone's onboard AI, which it confirmed a second later. "This unit is currently in autonomous mode. Awaiting direct input from central control node. Please stand by for direct operator input."<br/><br/>After a few seconds, the drone's jerky movements abruptly became the swift and almost liquid agility that Alvin displayed when jumped-in to his chrome-bodies, and the emotionless vocoder became his smooth, slightly accented speech.<br/><br/>"...the FUCKING FUCK? Some FUCKING Corp FUCKING Security goon just FUCKING shot a FUCKING ANTI-FUCKING-TANK-FUCKING-MISSILE at my FUCKING van! Who the FUCK is throwing around FUCKING armor-FUCKING-piercing rockets and why the FUCK are they FUCKING shooting at ME?"<br/><br/>"Fuck. Sorry. I didn't catch that last bit, some FUCKING corporate rent-a-merc just scorched off an inch of paint from the Bubblemobile with the exhaust jet of a heavy rocket; I hot-swapped in before he could reload and turned him into FUCKING salsa. Umm....diagnostics show green across the board for my chrome. Sparky and Spot look fine too. Eagle and Hawk were up overhead, so they're good. The Bubblemobile's okay - not so much that FUCKING JERK and his two FUCKING FRIENDS in their FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT roadster. Hold on a second, I think there's still a few recognizable body parts....alright, good now. To answer your question, I have no goddamn idea, but they knew where we were, and where I'd parked the Bubblemobile half a klick back, and coordinated to hit both sets of wheels a few seconds apart. That's seriously scary coordination and says really nasty things about their intel, whoever they are."