Taylor didn't believe that for a second. She knew what gunshots were. However, she didn't exacatly need her sister's premission. She was still a cop and it was easy for her to bring up her own mental access to the internet and gps by an extent, to track her sister's phone and it's gps tag to try and give her a bearing of where to go.
As she accesses the network, she realises that her sister is travelling in a roundabout way to her home.
"How are you so calm?" Jack mutters, as he installs the new rig. Sure, corpos get involved in dirty stuff, but she shouldn't be so relaxed in a firefight, surely? She's a businesswoman, not a soldier. He looks back, seeing the new pursuers. June's reaction has taken a lot of the sting out of Jack's reaction, and he begins thinking more clearly.
As he speaks, the motorcycle drives next to the window and strikes window with the baseball bat.
"Amateurs." Junes says with distaste. She suddenly moves her head back-
Click!
-as she leaned forward, Jack notices four wires sticking from the back of her neck. She clicked on the board, and suddenly a part of the board jumped forward, with a grip easily visible.
"When you work in my business, you learn to work under pressure." She said.
Bang!
The baseball bat hit the window again, this time cracking it.
"Assuming control." the onboard intelligence declared.
"I love the classics." Aunt June smirked savagely, as she suddenly opened the door, hitting the biker, making him fall. In a fluid motion, she grabbed the handle sticking out of board and pulled - what appeared to be some sort of micro submachine gun. With a fluid motion she aimed at the car approaching from her side.
Ratatatatat!
A soft clicking of the gun could be barely heard. The series fired, shattered the side window and front tire, making the car turn, and hit the side of the building.
Jack speaks into the communication device. "I'll be fine, mum, June and I both will be. Love you." The rig finishes installing, and Jack looks more closely at his pursuers. He tries to snap a few photos of the blue haired girl, before getting to work. As June's car, the van, and the cars and motorcycles, approach an intersection, Jack looks to June. "Don't slow down!" Hacking into the traffic lights, he waits until the right moment, and turns the lights on the intersecting road from red to green. June's car dashes past, but the pursuers are intercepted by a horde of oncoming traffic, unsuspecting cars crashing into the assassins.
As the traffic started, one of the cars hit the other, but the van easily smashed through the other cars. But as he did that, Jack was immediately marked by a few police netrunners, who immediately started tracing him. He managed to hack the network only because he had a surprise and he was forceful - he doubted he would be able to do that second time.
June clicked tongue with distaste.
"First, don't end the call with I love you. It's asking murphy. Second, don't involve civilians, it will take now effort to clean up." She said as she let go of steering wheel. The wheel moved on it's own, as she controlled the car. She grabbed the plug from the gun and connected it to the port in her wrist. Jack could swear he saw displays running over her eyes - but that was probably his imagination.
"Second, don't order me around."
Without turning, she moved her gun through the opened door and aimed.
Rata!
Ratatata!
She frowned as the bullets hit the van.
"Bulletproof, eh?" She frowned as she closed the door. With a click a magazine fell from the chamber, which she fluidly changed to a fresh one. The car suddenly breaked, and turned, accelerating into one of the side alleys. "Jack, how many times have I tod you. During the drive, put the seat belt on." She said as the young man could barely stay in his seat due to her wild ride.
"So, sister dear. Shrimps, in hot sweat sauce or Beef in basil, double the salad and some cold drink - coca cola." She turned to Jack. "You?"