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"Strategically, blowing you to bits doesn't suit my needs. Eccentric or not, you're handy around the Mill." Jack was deciding to shift some of his interactive strategy with Slevin; since the chap was often wrapped in layers of bizarre ramblings, social graces were usually lost.

"If by 'bodily weirdouts' you mean what I dub 'Specialty Acts', yes, I believe everyone in this car has one. Honestly I believe you are the only one who is not in total control of it. Mine's physical. As Prin and any woman lucky enough to be filled with my presence will note, I'm a superhuman specimen. Faster, stronger, tougher, smarter, more perceptive. And of course, humble."

Jack keeps an eye on the terrain they are transversing to get to the Junkyard. "I just hope Xiadra, Jason, Tyros, Bax, Zero, and the others can stave off whatever attack is forthcoming at the Mill. They have before, but little that's happened after the Junkyard has been especially fortunate. I'll try to protect everyone as best I can, but I think Joseph can attest that in the Junkyard, you all may be fighting for each other's lives."

((OOC: Don't worry, I will compensate.))

While Jack hadn't drawn his new gigantic "Z-Killer" gun, he still used up to four .357 magnums in battle normally. Most normal humans couldn't use them one handed without some sort of sprain, but Jack wasn't a normal human. However, the "Z-Killer", over a foot long and in it's specialty sheathe, would have been visible for Joseph to see as Jack was drawing a weapon.

"Yeah, it is a big gun. I'd rather not use it, yet, against small fry. Explosives aren't always your friends." That was when the gunfire from both sides started happening. "Let's dance then, sonsabitches."

The car jerks a bit as Prin moves the wheel to avoid the door of the trunk of the car in front of them. Jack was faced with two angles of attack and the choice of who to retaliate first at was obvious. The cars were in front of them and bigger targets, but the men shooting were only using hand-guns. The ones on the bikes were using uzi sub-machine guns; a greater threat. He was able to spot the Halloweener symbol on the gear of the bikers.

The car itself had gadgets that could be activated with a button or stick shift movement; a smoke screen, metal spikes for puncturing tires, shielding of course, panels to protect the wheels at a few angles, and even a minor "grease slick" release. They were all handy but some of them could only be used one or two times per trip before being empty. Jack silently cursed himself for not attaching some sort of semi-automatic gun to the car, or even a harpoon. Jack activated the shield panels for the wheels.

The back seat of the car would likely have assorted clutter such as metal nuts, bolts, maybe some screws and an odd tool or so, like a wench. Such objects could probably be thrown from a window and could possibly distract or mangle a biker if struck.

Waiting a few seconds for the gunfire to slow down some as clips or magazines would start to run lower, Jack turns to the driver's side window and quickly glances at the rear view mirror before turning at the bikers. His head as low as possible outside the window, Jack fired a salvo of shots from his "normal" .357 magnum. One each for the three motorcyclists, aimed for their chests and heads. As he turned to slide completely back into the seat and was facing front, he fired the last four shots at the gunmen sticking out of the cars. His empty clip would flop into the driver's side a bit like a spent case. All of this was done with reaction time and speed that was superhuman.