Grind and Kitten
[spoiler]Machine Sprite Initiative: 10, 3 passes (only 2 this turn)[/spoiler]
The Sprite takes control of the car, and daringly swerves to the right, trying to push the other car off the road. But the driver makes a deft maneuver, hopping up on the curb, avoiding oncoming traffic, and swerving back into the lane beside you. The sprite driver takes another swipe at the enemy, but he dodges skillfully again.
[spoiler]Grind and Kitten are both sitting out now. Initiative:
Machine Sprite: 12, 3 passes
Triads: Critical glitch! No actions this turn
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The sprite makes yet another attempt to push your pursuers off the road, catching the driver with his hands off the wheel. This time, your car gets a good sideways push, and the other car's front end dives toward the curb. The driver tries to turn back, but his way is blocked by an oncoming car, which honks loudly, swerves and narrowly avoids missing him. Your pursuers are not so lucky, however, and their car spins out and crashes into a building on the side of the road.
[Machine] You can thank me for that one later!
You make it into Kowloon without further issue. This area is near the site of the old Peoples' Army Barracks, in secure Red Dragon territory. You pull up to the repair shop and see a tall blonde woman outside in sunglasses and a leather jacket, leaning against the building.
"Finally made it, huh?" You relate the tale of your chase. "Shit! They must have tracked the car's signal. You're safe here, but they probably know where you are. Kitten! Looking sexy as ever," she winks. "Come on in, let's get you outta those shackles." You walk into the garage, where a fat, greasy man with a crown of unkempt hair sticking every which way sits, eating noodles and smoking a cigarillo. "This is Chuck."
Chuck grins at you. He walks across the shop, and wheels a cart with gas canisters back toward you. He hooks up some hoses and a torch nozzle, and puts on a pair of dark glasses. "Who first?" He hands the volunteer an insulation blanket to tuck inside the cuffs. Smiling wide, he turns on the gas, takes the cigarillo out of his mouth, and lights the flame. "Don't move!" he laughs, as he guides the blue cone over the plasteel restraints, cutting through them easily. It only burns a little bit.
Once you are all suited up again, JJ takes you into a back room and sits you down. "So, what's the scoop? Anything I should know about?"