“DAMMIT!” I throw open the door of the D-Series, and storm onto the street, looking at the black T-Series driving away. “You know what, I’m done with this BS. I’m gonna get myself killed doing this.” I stalk off to my crappy truck and squeal away from the scene towards the airport. “I’m off to Belasco...”
"Last seen in a white crew cab with a gun on the back? Can-do, thanks guys." Doug quickly shot off in the grey coupe, completely ignoring the massive amounts of gunfire from the surrounding areas. Then he saw what he was looking for, an overturned white D-15 Technical and another D-Series screaming away. Doug parked/crashed the Moonhawk and opened the door, stepping out onto the cracked asphalt with an M-16 and some overbearing body armour. He aimed the rifle at the overturned truck, @zestyfolfdude wearing a distinct look of surprise of the sudden M-16-equipped kleptomaniac barking at him to step out of the truck. "...Fuck outta the cab." Z: "...huh...What?" "Motherfucker I said get OUT OF THE TRUCK." Z: "...Uhh, can do.." "My broke ass spent two-hundred bucks on gas gettin' here. You realize how much that is to me? That's how much I make in two fuckin' months."
(Stop. I'm tred of having to delete all your posts. In RP, you can't always win- let others win and hurt you and stuff.)
And then, out of the fucking blue, Doug realizes something. He's gonna die here anyways. He thought back to the ETK that went blasting by at the speed of sound earlier in the day, realizing that that's Sal's guy. The one he sends to tie up loose ends. Doug was a decoy. Doug aimed the M-16 at the floor, sighing. "Fuck it, everyone get in the car. I'm not planning on becoming a fucking pancake from the shit that's about to go down." He stepped back into the car, firing up the clapped-out V-8 for one final ride. Fuck Sal, and fuck that dude in the ETK.
"I need to get to the hospital!" I scream clutching my bloody arm. I stumble out of the totaled tuck, staggering towards the hospital, ignoring whatever Doug is calling out from behind him.
"Yo! Oh fuck's sake." He yelled out of the window of the car, driving up next to the limping agent. "You realize that I can get you there faster? I've actually got a functional mode of transportation. Hop in."
**Walks to parking lot** **Unlocks my SBR4** **Gets in** **Stares at the sky for a minute** **Drives away tiredly**
I stagger into the backseat of the Moonhawk, getting blood onto the cheaply constructed, scratchy rear bucket seats.
**My phone rings** "Hello?" "It's me. Henson. Meet me in two hours at Tennessee." "But, wha-" **Caller hangs up** **Sighs** **Turns towards airport**
In the chaos i hear something coming closer to this area. While getting in the moonhawk i scream: “get out of here, now!” Then i see a truck heading towards gdfastner that i barely avoid
