DJ, Jazz's trusty sidekick, brought Jazz her favorite motorcycle and a bevy of weapons. Leaving Clowntown behind them, the Nittsburg boarder, meaning food, sleep, and relative safety, is minutes away and Jazz desperately needs to get back to her office and scrub the magical stone gurgling in her belly. If she doesn't, then she'll relive every injury the stone ever healed and no one had any idea how old the thing is.
On her modified motorcycle and with a full tank of Jowndus juice the trip's a piece of cake But it seems that Jazz had managed to rile up a squadron of Cranks and as fast as it is, her bike is no match for Crank flycraft, especially the Kriscrossa, the Crank's elite fighter squadron. Seems like Jazz has two choices, run and get herself shot, or stand and fight and get herself shot.