**talks on CB** Guys. We got to have a meeting point. I suppose I will be there in 2 hours or so. You have a house in Firwood? Oh nevermind, we can just meet at TurboBurger.
The sound of sirens wakes Doug up from his nap, leaning up and smacking his head on the roof of the stolen Moonhawk. "Fuck's sake, again? What's that sound?" He looks to his left, seeing the mass of emergency vehicles surrounding a crater the size of a bus from where the car bomb went off. "Dammit Sal, I didn't agree to domestic terrorism." Doug says as he ducks instinctively from the sound of another bomb going off, grabbing the burner phone and calling the only contact. "Yo, Sal, the fuck is going on in Firwood? Shit's exploding everywhere and I didn't agree to a mass murder of the town." Sal: "You agreed to a task and a price, go do it." The phone clicks off, Douglas gulping at the thought of what Sal tasked him with. Kill FBI-Agent @zestyfolfdude.
Nope, semi-kleptomaniac that's pretty damn desperate for money. (@jerrie Yeah, wasn't planning on it being absolutely fucked anyways.)
**Black ETK-K Series suddenly cuts me off** **Oh sh-** **speeds away** Guys. Look for Norieus in a black ETK. He just nearly killed me... --- Post updated --- **2 hours later** pulls up at TurboBurger sees a suspicious looking moonhawk nearby guess il deal wit that later...
goes closer to west side entrance sees a blak ETK coming at me ETK zips by "i think i saw him west, but i dont think he saw me"
Douglas sets his chair so he lay flat as to keep himself from view, slowly loading an M2 Shotgun and putting it back under the rear seat, breathing heavily. Suddenly a Black ETK, a very familar Black ETK goes zipping by, making Doug put some bits and pieces together. He wasn't alone in Firwood, Maine. He slammed the keys into the ignition and powered up the road towards the Turbo-Burger, the clapped-out Vee-8 backfiring twice as he did so.
why tf do we have to have bomb attacks every week this is how it basically goes: -i got a new car! -i crashed my car... -i won the lottery! -so i fixed my totaled car -theres a bomb threat! -so i just moved house in one day -someone is being chased by the fbi! -so i did my epic moves and rammed them off the road
(i dont know, would rather have robberys, or chases) (maybe there needs to be just more normal conversations, or meetings or something, idk) (one more thing, maybe there shouldnt be so many or quick time skips)
( i know whats missing, more "normal (as in with normal lives) characters, seems like everyones with the fbi, or has some almost unrealistic job)
(i get that chases are fun, i think so to, but it gets repetitive, as for things needing time, i agree. also seeing that suddenly we are x hours in the future while somethings happening takes me out of the story.) back ot: sees that the flames are gone "well, firwood got lucky, besides damaged houses, firwood could be in worse state" goes to check out firwood and see if the cars in the dealer are fine "well, happy those are ok, but the lot needs repairs"
"Oh, come on! I thought I was done with this BS..." I throw a suitcase in my beat up truck, grab my pistol, and speed over to the airport. 2 and a half hours later, an army-green D-Series rolls into Firwood.
As the Moonhawk careens around the corner into the Turbo-Burger, random people begin to take notice of the battered gray coupe, some filming it's incredibly dangerous curb-hopping entry to the crime scene. The window slowly recedes into the door, Doug poking his head out of the car and yelling; "Yo, looking for Agent @zestyfolfdude (What's his name again?), got something he might wanna see."
