As the last biker spills to the ground, Natasha<em>tsks</em>lightly at herself, her lips twisting in mild disappointment.  Clearly, she needed to spend some more time practicing her marksmanship.  Perhaps under adverse conditions, she thinks as she rolls up the window to keep out the driving rain.  Perhaps there was some AR mod that would simulate pouring rain and an unstable surface.<br/><br/>"Slow down, we got them."  Natasha says as an aside to Ms. Wytt as she activates her commlink, going into active mode.  "Team..." Right, they'd split up too quickly to discuss callsigns of any sort.  "...other guys, come in.  How's the package?"