"Ah, that is true. Name's Priest. You?"

"Some call me Soul Man, but the name's Elwood Blues. I play my sax in bars and nightclubs 'most every night, but I think I was contacted because of my various smuggling and bodyguarding jobs, not my musical talent." He chuckled inwardly at himslef. "How about you?"

"I do jobs from time to time. They don't tend to suspect the musician... especially one with no guns..."

Terminus turned back and said, "You young blockheads, perhaps you've forgotten those Omega Troopers?" His shout was punctuated by a laser hitting the window and melting a neat hole thorugh it. "Bwaa! Do something! Here, take this!" Terminus reached down and pulled something up and threw it in the back. The cylindrical tube was obviously a rocket launcher. "It's only got one shot, it's cheap and disposable, so make sure it counts!"

Judas grabbed it and dropped to one knee (like the guy from Mariachi). With swift motions he removed the safety pin, flipped out the reflex sight, and aimed at the oncoming horde.

Then at the last moment, he deflected his shot to the left and fired.

The rocket hit a wall, collapsing it on their Omega pursuers.

The wall sent massive chunks of rubble down on the enemy vehicles, smashing three intoe uselessness and making them explode. The last continued on dogedly, until Shortie felt better from using his powers, and one large fireball later, the Omega Troopers weren't a problem anymore. The two trucks continued down the roads, now at a leisurely pace instead of a breakneck one, as the drivers now more calmly drove back to their hideout.

Dust and fragments filled the air as the wall fell on the Omega troopers. The few that managed to escape being crushed continued their charge at the van. Their one goal was to kill everyone inside. A goal that they were so intent on completing that they neglected to notice the hulking mass dropping on top of them.

Shreads of armor and flesh and blood were thrown into the air along with three Omega goons. All screaming and flailing as they flew through the air, the two remaining swinging their guns around to face Wolfman Jack.

A deep guttural snarl.

"Fuckfuckfuckcfuck! They got a fucking Dogboy!"

Two more screams. Two more bodies.

Leaping over to the truck Jack peeked hi head inside. "There are some that didn't make it here. I'm going back for them. Give me three minutes then get the hell out of here!"

Leaping onto the collapsed wall and digging his claws into the concrete, he ran to the rooftops above intent on getting the rest of the gangers, including Ariel.

Priest tossed the useless tube aside and dusted himself off.

"Also becuase I do stuff like that pretty well." he said to nobody in particular.

after roughly a couple hundred yards, brock decided he wasn't being followed and found a place to hide in an alley. as he turned on the thermal and x-ray scanning, he saw the heat signiture of one of the gangsters he saw at the meeting coming his way. that was when he started thrusting his hands into one of the walls and started to climb up to the rooftops in hopes that he might find out the location of the other gangsters that got contacted.

OOC: Thanks for bday wishes!! Forget my post about the alley, I'm fixing it.

BIC: Ariel had seen the trucks take off, and had taken to the air to snipe off some Omegas. She was getting tired of keeping up with the truck though, and after the wall had collapsed on the vans, she had seen it fit to touch down onto one of the trucks. Sitting down in the back with the others, she retracted her wings and turned to them with a weak smile. "I swear, that traffic can be murder."