Going down?

The monorail quite suddenly ground to a stop. The agression virus-
infected clones following in the distance were catching up. The Tree
rustled nervously.
At the back, McJohn and Elian Sandoval were firing at the clones with
laser rifles confiscated from some of the clones they had gassed
outside the medibay earlier.
"We've stopped!" McJohn shouted, displaying his talent for
emphasizing the damn bloody obvious.
"No sheet!" responded Elian.
"Probably one of the drive contact circuits!" said Efof.
"I figured that! I'll go down and fix it," McJohn replied, and
promptly began climbing out of the back of the monorail when Jay
Clone #854 (McJohn's Unlucky Number) fired at him.
The clone missed, but the monorail lurched enough from the impact to
send McJohn falling to the promenade floor. Then the laser rifle
landed on his head.
Looking up, dazed, he saw Amber standing over him, and his concussion
made her look like Jean Harlow.
"Hello darling," he said.
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OOC - If this screws with anyone's plans, you can just throw McJohn
to the sharks. Or, rather, the clones.