Bobby's garage, during the World Cup match

[Bobby Bowen]

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 Varkan]

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

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

[Bobby Bowen]

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 Varkan]

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

[Bobby Bowen]

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

[David Renko]

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.

[Nick Varkan]

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

[David Renko]

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

[Bobby Bowen]

"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.