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The VLPD And Pirandello/Kruger Vehicles came to a screeching halt down the street, and the officers quickly got out of their vehicles as grenades went up all around them.

"We've got some military grade hardware in here!" An Officer cried out, as bullets peppered the side of his patrol car. "Gods damnit where is that aerial support!"

It had turned out that Aerial Support was in fact on the way. With a patrol car going up from an errant grenade in a brilliant flash of of orange that plumed upwards into the air. The Car's remaines flew to the right, and through the window of an adjacent building.

The two officers peered over the hood of their car, and returned fire, sending a combination of bullets, and brilliand disruptor bolts downrange towards the men that were firing on them.

A single PK Officer slid between two cars, clenching his Disruptor pistol and his hard light riot shield. Bullets ricocheted from the shield as the Officer gained ground on the gangsters, and opened fire from a better vantage point, though the officer didn't realize this left him open to incoming grenades.

"Hey Boros! Get that rotary plasma cannon! Lay down some suppression fire!" An Officer called out, while the Airfrigate swooped overhead, engines screaming over the chaos, and shining a brilliant white light down on the gangsters.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender! We have you surrounded!"

SWAT teams prepared themselves to rappel from the craft, while a forward turret began to fire canisters into the Gangsters positions, the canisters would erupt in a brilliant plume of red smoke, which smelled of chili peppers.

Inhaling the smoke would be a painful endeavor, as the oily substance coated skin, eyes, and throats alike. The Spice gas would likely quickly incapacitate anyone without breathing protection.

"Spice gas away." The Captain said, nodding to a pair of PK Crisis response officers as they put their combat skins on, Piece by piece.

If the Gangsters didn't surrender, and the Gas didn't get them to stop, the Crew of the ship would move quickly to lay down suppression fire, several rotary plasma cannons mounted on swivel turrets on the underside of the ship would spring to life, and generously coat the gangster's position with a flurry of brilliant green plasma.

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The McGregors continued to watch from the safety of their home, Chloe shaking her head slowly, and quietly. "This is spiralling out of control fast."