CONTACT REPORT — four packs of unidentified bikers, bearing 270, closing fast.
Boomboxes audible at 400 metres. Audio's confirmed, it's Motörhead. I'd recognise that double-kick
drumming anywhere. Must be a rock raccoon bike gang.
Command advises that the Rhinos are carrying this month's ore quota and that losing it would be,
quote, 'a financial catastrophe of personal consequence to everyone in this vehicle.' Remember,
it's not just your lives at stake, but your salary!
Commander, what approach shall we take?
Your move.
