They tried to see if they could get to the convoy leader.

It turned out to be some thin individual of indeterminate gender with a brightly colored mohawk. "Not all that different from an Antifa leader," Alex observed jokingly.

They began to wrestle for control of the truck.

Working together, they managed to overcome and subdue the crew.

The marauding attack soon came to a standstill. "This is only the start," Alex said.

"So it would seem," Jesse remarked, helping his mother get to her feet, "This may be too big, even for WOOHP."

"Something's going to give, we'll all be there for it." They left to lick their wounds and ruminate on what all this would mean.

(This RP is closed)