Twenty feet above the narrow Martian street of Akupánthur’s old quarter, the borrowed delivery van begins to slowly spin and drift back toward the ground as Jesamin lets off the accelerator. Beneath its skirt, a whirlwind is blowing, kicking up great clouds of red dust and debris from the mostly deserted street. The van is soon at street level, facing west on in an intersection, probably two blocks north of the Lodge. A crowded open air bazaar can be seen about five blocks west, down the street.
Three shots are heard and an explosion rocks the vehicle. Blue flames spew from the forward engine compartment. Sparks fly as the GEV sputters and skips along the roadway. As the dust clouds clear, the three Shén enforcers are visible walking up the street, wisps of smoke drifting from their raised wavium pistols.