[OOC: I apologize again for taking so long. RL is a bitch at times.]

[@Carlsberg]
[b]Jen[/b]

Jen hadn’t even made it halfway home when there was some indistinct yelling in an alley off to the side, though it was more than loud enough to let her know it was close by. The indistinct yelling was almost immediately followed by the rather distinct report of a not so small gun of some kind, though the yelling by both parties continued right after the shot.

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[@knighthawk]
[b]Juro[/b]

[OOC: For ease of GMing purposes, even if they don’t refer to themselves as such, would you mind designating the clones somehow? Be it Alpha, Bravo, etc, or 1, 2, 3…. Just some way in which I can keep track of who is where and cut down on a miscommunication I swear is going to come along at some point if we don’t do something like that? Thanks.]

All seven bikes went around the trap on the same side, almost as one. The first one was knocked off his bike by a Juro clone though that was immediately retaliated against via two of the men drawing silenced weapons and putting a bullet each into that side’s rubber shooter’s shoulder with suppressed weapons. Though, despite the suppresser, it was still point blank with a .303 pistol round. 

The rubber round Juro fired at the teen’s longboard didn’t quite hit the board itself, barely missing the board, though hitting the ground just in front of the wheel just in time for the axle to hit the round, and slingshot the rider forward in what could have been a possibly lethal faceplant (as well as revealing the longboard was strapped to his feet in some manner). However, the rider tucked and hit the ground shoulder first, rolling back to his feet and board to continue on with what was clearly a fair bit of experience in falls like that, quickly moving back up to speed, now with only side bikers on his tail, the seventh still rather dazed from the fall he’d taken after being hit by rubber rounds.