Marco found himself straddling Lucca's bike, right behind Anya, a facefull of hair in his mouth. He glanced behind himself as he heard gunshots, only to see the soldiers coming out of an APC. [color=00a651]"Why's an APC after us?!"[/color] He asked, hoping desperately they knew more than he did. He wrapped an arm around Anya tight, holding out his left arm. With a [color=#FF0000]*[/color][color=#FFBF00]F[/color][color=#7FFF00]H[/color][color=#00FF3F]O[/color][color=#00FEFF]O[/color][color=#003FFF]M[/color][color=#7F00FF]P[/color][color=#FF00BF]*[/color], a cloud of smoke erupted around the soldiers. Another five, and the whole street behind them was filled with billowing clouds of smoke in flourescent colors. Cars honked behind them, and Marco winced as he heard a loud crash.

[color=00a651]"Okay who are you and how do you know where we're headed?!"[/color] He asked through gritted teeth, jacket billowing behind him.