Oh crap. I am so late for this op. But, uh, if I can find... uh... whoever it is I'm supposed to be protecting, we might still be in business!
I mean, how often are terrorist attacks aimed at such frivolous things as pop stars, anyway? Whatsherface probably didn't even notice me not being there in the first place. Maybe I can pretend to have been there all along! Yeah!
((1 + 1 + 1) * 2) / 1
You merge your consciousness into the gestalt entity that makes up the decision-making part of our nameless protagonist. Welcome to the game! Maybe when this op is over, the GM can get his ducks in a row and bother with things like "multiple protagonists" and "keeping track of a proper RTD game"
(I swear, the next campaign/game/round/whatever of this will have multiple characters. Trying to create a hybrid SG and RTD was a bonehead move. I lose 1 credibility.)
If the basement doesn't exist, use another ramp to go to the roof and drive off the top of the building.
(4)
You kick your car into high gear, zooming up the ramp to the roof of the building. You clip a plain sedan on the way up, but it crumples and folds aside like cardboard as you rush onto the roof and crash through the fence.
The fall was quicker than you expected. The impact shakes you around a fair bit, but the airbag doesn't deploy and the engine is still running. The mob closed the door behind them when they entered the parking garage, so you have a little bit of time before they redirect themselves.
However, you have another problem: This mob seems to have escalated into a full-blown riot. There's plenty of citizens roaming the street, and they look
pissed. It looks like the tension of the genemod debate has reached its peak tonight. The more organized, leader element of the mob has set up a instacrete barricade... directly in the way you need to be going. You can probably ram through it, but it's hard to tell at this distance in the dark.
You can move up the street and take your chances with the barricade, or go down to try and find another way around.