Inside the house... I put down my drink and look around. "Would you idiots shut up?! Something ain't right." I get up from a rotting wooden chair that looks like it was put together in a shed seventy years ago, and slowly part some curtains that reeked of cigarette smoke and spilt vodka. My eyes widen when I see the grey Grand Marshal outside. "Oh sh*t, it's the feds!" I run over to a heavy leather briefcase sitting on a dilapidated countertop, and unlock the combination. After opening it, I carefully reach inside and draw out a custom built fully automatic P90 SMG, and insert the magazine. "Let's see if they can survive this," I mutter. I grab the keys to the heavily modified van and head for the door.
I arrive at the dilapidated house. I throw open the car door. An eye peeks through the curtains, but quickly rushes away. I put the strap to my rifle around my neck as I look behind me- two FPD cruisers are creeping up. There's a German Shepherd in the backseat of one of the cars. The rotting front door is flung open, and a man with a copycat P90 begins firing at us. I duck behind the front door of my car, and examine a dropped bullet casing. He's not using typical armor-piercing p90 rounds, but rather the same rounds used in light pistols. The door is enough to stop the bullets. The officers rush forward when the man inside the house reloads. I decide that I shoule probably advance as well. I burst therough the house's doorframe, and I'm met with overturned chairs, smoldering cigarettes, and two shotgun shells. I rush into the kitchen, where a tousled-looking man waits with an empty beer bottle. He lobs the bottle at me, and I slide behind the kitchen island. Glass rips into my left hand. I pop up and quickly take care of him.
Meanwhile, while the police force and @zestyfolfdude storm the house, I return fire from the relative security of my Grand Marshal. I hear the van fire up. “Uh oh...” I say to myself.
"The'yre getting away!" I holler as the officers tromp down the stairs. I throw open the door of my Roamer, fire it up, and begin pursuit of the green van. The green van is on road with decently heavy traffic at this point. The driver weaves and weaves, avoiding cars. I stick to the shoulder. I fire a round at the van from my open window. It breaks the passenger-side window, but nothing else. I get a glimpse inside- looks like two men in the front seats, one man with a gun in between them. There's a small crawlspace between the van's cabin and the box- I saw one guy inside the box.
I glance at the rearview mirror. "They're still behind us!" I look around for possible side roads and see a gravel lane up ahead. I slam the floor lever into 4WD and veer off onto the side road at a dangerous speed.
I holler to Vic. "Don't follow, dirt road!" I yank the parking brake, and then slam it down. My car slides into the dirt road, gaining on the van. The stiff rear suspension is having a rough time- the dirt road is rather rough.
I'm pushing the van as fast as I can go without crashing on this narrow road. I glance behind me. "How is he keeping up with me in an old SUV?!" I turn around to look at one of my men. "See if a frag does anything to him." The man opens up a case and draws a grenade, throws the rear door open and pulls the pin. He starts to throw it. "WAIT," I yell, "Let it cook for a second!" He obliges, holding the ticking death orb in his hand. Before it's too late, he chucks it out the door. The man in the roamer's eyes widen when he realizes what's about to happen, and slams on the brakes. But it's too late. The grenade strikes the roamer's front bumper and detonates, causing the car to flip and spiral into a tree. I look behind, once again. The man in the back says "I think we've lost them, boss." I sigh in relief. "Don't call me boss or I'll shoot you, Steve," I say half jokingly.
A frag grenade flips my car into a tree. The rear seats are crushed by the tree. The trunk splinters and falls, thankfully away from my car- into the forest. I try and climb out of the car, slicing my arms on the cut glass. My rifle strap is still around my neck. The rifle's fine. I begin staggering down the road, blood dripping down my chin. There's a splinter in my arms, my leg feels like it's about to explode, there's blood in my mouth. It would feel so good to lay down in the road... and that would be it...
I slam on the brakes in my land yacht when I see the blacked out van careen on to the dirt road, but decide to keep going. Maybe I’d be able to intercept them when they came back on the main road, I thought. My thoughts quickly changed when I heard a boom. I throw my car into reverse, and do a (admittedly sloppy) J-turn back to the dirt road. I fly around the corner to see a wrecked Roamed on the side of the road, and @zestyfolfdude stumbling along side the dirt path. I nearly slide off the road, and jam my car into park. I run up to my colleague. “Holy crap, this is really not good.” I barely am able to say. I gingerly lead my injured friend back to my car. “Sit on the hood,” I tell him. I pop the trunk, and grab my first aid kit. “First aid, first aid... I know how to do this, Boy Scouts wasn’t that long ago, was it?” I say as I bandage up everything I can. I call 911, and only hope that they can get here fast enough.
"They thrw a grnade," I mumble."Go getemmm ill be fine." I coughed up a bit of blood- that drowned out whatever I was gonna say next. The Grand Marshal's trunk was more red than gray at this point.
“No, no, no, I’m not gonna ditch you on the side of the road, spewing blood. We’re going to get you to a hospital, you’ll be okay there. Plus, half of the town’s police force is after them, I trust the officers to catch those bastards.” I hear the wail of a siren, and an ambulance cruises around the corner of the overgrown dirt road. I wave them down, briefly explain what happened to the ambulance’s driver, and my friend is loaded up into the back of the ambulance. The vehicle spews gravel from it’s rear tires, and I can only hope that I’ll see my fellow agent again.
(Somehow along the way, they temporarily lost the cops) After getting out of sight, I turn to the goons. "We can't keep driving around in this extremely noticeable van. We've got to ditch it, or they'll be back on our trail before we know it. I've got a spot we can get rid of the car." I head down the tight road for a few minutes, and pull off into a low area. "I guess we're gonna have to sink it." I park the van and put it in neutral, and we all exit. "I'm gonna miss you", I say under my breath, while we push it into the unknown. I stare at the van slowly rolling into the water for a few seconds, and pull out a smartphone. I text to another thug; "Are you close?" My question is answered right as a large, stolen bus comes around the corner. "You alright, John?" The man inside says as the opens the doors. "We barely made it out of there," I mutter. "Find a route to Utah. We're getting out of here."
On the way to the hospital, I catch a glimpse of the stolen bus through the rear window of the ambulance. The doors are smashed in. It shouldn’t be too hard to notice.
*Meanwhile, I had just caught up to the dirt road when I see @98crownvic and @zestyfolfdude in the back of an ambulance. * God, what happened to them!? *I shift into first and drive after the ambulance*
*hears an explosion* “What the? Whats going on? Dont tell me its another robbery.” *checks the news* “So a stolen bus huh, thatl be something” *goes back to work*
*Eventually the ambulance arrives to the hospital and @zestyfolfdude is rushed inside. I park my car and rush inside as well. after about 10 minutes, I meet @98crownvic outside the hospital and ask him what happened.*
“Hey, Brien. Glad you’re okay. @zestyfolfdude was just cruising along, and the guys chucked a grenade at his Roamer. He had no time to react, got beat up pretty bad, and now we’re here. I really hope he’s okay, but he was in bad shape.”
hell, if these guys have grenades who knows what else they have. I'm sure he will be fine, he has survived worse. Did you see where those van drivers went? I was listening to the news and it said something about a stolen bus, you think that is our guys?
Well we can probably catch up with them. Let’s get in my car and go. --- Post updated --- *I start the ETK and shift it into reverse as @98crownvic jumps into the passenger side* Okay, hopefully we're fast enough to catch them. This car has an automatic so I can shoot as well which is good. Please try to keep it in good condition, as it is my daily driver and I haven't gotten a new pursuit vehicle yet. Don't shoot out the windshield or anything.
