A laser blast rocked the hovertruck.
“Shit, Don Juan Casanova didn’t waste any time scrambling his goons.”
Casey Jones began weaving between buildings, desperate to avoid the laser fire of the agile hoverspeeders.
“Get back there and see if you can give them something to think about!”
Clint staggered from the cab, pulling out has laserpistol as he went.
He stumbled towards the back, intent on lowering the gate enough to fire at the bikes. The truck jerked to the side, causing a box to crash to the floor, its contents spilling at his feet.
It was a rocket launcher.