These are just thugs. No reason to care about who the owners are. Just wanted a free score..oh drek...
Spotting the rest of the smallish gang that was starting to advance on the bikes, Arc put a little speed into the smaller Scorpion, simultaneously commanding the King to fire its engines up. Once there was some distance, Arc then shifted her focus, commanding the Russian's bike to travel at a clip towards the main roads and integrate into traffic...public view is now deemed the better option. Satisfied she had gotten the smaller bike away, Arc then jumped back into the King, which was idling. She could see through the drone feed and the bike camera that they were starting to surround the bike, tentatively with some distance.
Huh...gonna have to pull a jelly donut...
"Null sweat, I ain't letting anything slip out. You do you, Srui, I got this"
Stepping her foot down, Arc deployed both of the mounted AKs and gunned the engine, but kept the front brake on tight. The back tire squealed as she spun it, forming a bit of smoke as she tilted the bike into a turn. As the bike donutted, she gave it some more gas as she increased the spin. Before the gangers could close, she opened up on the guns, sending a hail of fire in all directions.
With any luck, she would have punched a hole in their line, and if so, she'll take the opportunity and punch through to safety...as far as her meat body goes, she's gonna have to trust Marco and the remaining Munchkins to deliver her to safety...