Issue 1 Downtime

Bobby didn't particularly like soccer, but he found the customers enjoyed having it on during the world cup. In the waiting area and throughout the garage, the broadcast was being piped into the sound system.

It was quite a startle when the terrorist threat began broadcasting in it's wake.

Bobby stuck his head out from under a hodd, making sure he had heard correctly.

"What the hell?"

Nick raced in from another room, still in oily work clothes.

"C'mon, we'll meet the others there!"

Bobby nodded, herding everyone who could fight into a University security van that had just finished being serviced.

A quick look about would show it was filled with the usual goodies in storage lockers.

Nick grabbed his lucky jacket on the way and claimed the front passenger seat.

With a roar of the throttle, the van screamed out of the garage door, the door closing and automatic security locking down the garage.

Renko sat quietly in the van and stared at the others looking a little nervous. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing there. After all he wasn't trained, he didn't know anything about tactics, he was lucky he knew which end of a gun to point at things.

"You still sure you want to do this?" he asked Renko.

"I'm not sure, but...but what else should I do?" Renko asked his gloves glowing brightly.

"Just take it easy, then. hold back, drive the van away if you want to back off," Bobby said, driving down the streets at high speed.