With the truck still swerving wildly from side to side, the grenade clanked against the edge of the door and spun around in a circle. With the door now open, in the background Senjen might have noticed the second truck crashing through the remains of the garage door and scraping against the deck just as they were. The whole building they’d just escaped from creaked and groaned as if under enormous pressure.  

Without hesitation, the woman in the corner of the truck closest to it grabbed the grenade and threw it out the door. “Grenade out!” She called; a call that was echoed by the other able-bodied people in the compartment. It was scarcely out the door before it exploded, sending a plume of shrapnel in every direction including all over the droid clinging to the handrail just outside. Sparks flew from metal-on-metal contact, and arcs of electricity danced across a few deep rents in the droid’s armour.

It recovered quickly though, grabbing the menacing long sidearm from its thigh and releasing its disc-drone. The drone matched the truck’s speed and peeked into the compartment, sending crystal clear imagery to the droid as well as the droid’s handler. The droid wasted no time in sticking the pistol around the corner to open fire on the closest target.

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“Get your fish food suit out of my way! I can’t see what I'm doing!” The boss yelled, kneading Light’s suit with his hand to make way to fiddle with buttons under the steering column.

“That's not how it works! Watch out!” Light enveloped the boss and his screaming child with the top part of his suit as the second explosive charge went off just on the other side of the driver’s door. To the truck manufacturer’s credit, the vehicle was tough. The door absorbed all of the impact. Unfortunately, it wasn’t built to withstand heavy ordnance. The hinges came loose, and the droid pulled it straight off.

Light slurped the stolen plasma rifle out of his suit on that side, pointed it through the open doorway and fired wildly on full auto. The droid ducked back out of the line of fire, so Light poked the gun out further, trying to shoot down the side of the truck. The droid caught the rifle in one hand and pulled, yanking Light half out of the cabin. He squealed and grabbed hold of anything his manipulars could find, including the steering wheel. The truck veered sharply off to the right, heading towards a row of buildings.

“Help!!”