TRISTAN "KAT" CAMPBELL - NOMAD
Head Armor: 7 | Body Armor: 11 | Shield: 0 | HP: 45
INT: 5 | REF: 8 | DEX: 8 | TECH: 5 | COOL: 7 | WILL: 7 | LUCK: 3/3 | MOVE: 7 | BODY: 7 | EMP: 3/5
Humanity: 26 | Wounds: | Critical Injuries: | Addictions:
Mustang Arms Mk III | Big Knucks | Brawling | Arasaka Kuma LRV
Kat winced as they hit the highway. PIT maneuver was out then - would still stop the SUV but the risk of turning the occupants into a red-paste smear on the asphalt got worse the faster things got. Figured if the rent-a-cops called it a lethal force maneuver above 60 klicks per the preacher would think it the same. Blowing a tire wouldn't be much better but THAT wasn't his call . . .
"Not wild about Lucy being the only belle at the ball: tire pops and they hole up behind that armor I don't think it goes our way . . . But unless tailing 'em to their doorstop is in the cards odds aren't gonna get better." Kat checked the rearview, looking to Lady Koi for a reaction. Unanimous or nothing. Then his eyes went back to the road, sideviews, blindspots, cycling through points of attention old reflexes came back online, updating the potential battlespace in real time. Counting cars.
Noncombatants.
Reinforced knuckles tightened around the wheel. Eyes back on the road.
"PIT is too dangerous at speed, so either Ricky takes Lucy out dancing or we wait. Takin' US16 means, odds are, we're heading off the island one way or another - no reason not to take surface steets otherwise. So, we have until the bridges to make the move. If'n we're all go for this, I'll get us alongside, space it out so anybody out for a rainy day drive doesn't get caught in the wreck."