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[color=#65a0f0]"Weew, that's a fiesta."[/color]

Quinn, of course, chuckled at all of the police moving to swarm the transport. Time was of the essence now, but she planned for such a thing. She dug into her big bag of tricks once again. This time, she pulled out dozens of small tennis balls that had been cut in half and resealed and attached to knotted string like some sort of perverted grapevine. With a loud allez hop, she swung the vine with all of the force her arm could muster. The tennis balls flew from their rope restraint with a subtle crack. Quickly, each began to emit a dark black smoke that quickly swallowed the van and the surroundings. Then came act two: actual grenades. What better to halt the advance of mooks than explosives? Though, these weren't exactly death clouds of shrapnel. They were more bright lights and rubber balls.

With some cover made and time bought, she finally detonated the bomb placed on the back of the transport. With a small, directed explosion, it blew the lock eight ways to kingdom come. The doors swung open with considerable force, only for Quinn to swing in.

[color=#65a0f0]"Alright lads, I'm only going to say this once so listen,"[/color] she yelled at them, [color=#65a0f0]"go and scatter like roaches."[/color]

The mook prisoners, of course, had very little say in the matter. When a big scorpion lady lands on a transport, blows up the door, and yells at you to run, it's pretty implied that you have to do it. The mooks, of course, scattered. They had to. From her big bag, she pulled out a backpack filled to the brim with, well, more explosives. This one was designed to pancake a truck. Hey, it's easy to fake a death when there isn't a single bit of the body remaining.

[color=#65a0f0]"And to our lovely space heater, go dip out to the front and run. There's a helicopter ready to grapple you in."[/color]