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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 907822" data-attributes="member: 98">Seymour Johnson Air Force BaseNorth Carolina1:55pm, Sometime Late Spring, 2003Donovan’s day was going from bad to worse in a hurry.  Either Hearst betrayed his actions or the MPs were just prepared, but the sudden acceleration of the car didn’t seem to catch any of them by surprise.  As the car accelerated into the gate, the MPs dodged to the side, with one only barely getting out of the way.  The cracking of the wood of the gate accompanied the loud pop of a rear tire and the pop and grind of a front tire and something more.Panic evident in Hearst’s face as the vehicle seemed to have a mind of its own.  Upon clearing the gate, the vehicle jack-knifed and rolled – first onto the passenger side, then onto its top.  The steering wheel spun out of Hearst’s control, and he cracked his head into the side windshield.  Donovan miraculously escaped immediate harm, hanging upside down in the sedan as it slowly spun on its top.“Crap,” Hearst said, blood leaking down the side of his face, “Major Davis is going to kill me, assuming we don’t die here and now.  Let me take the blame for all of this.  At least if you’re not in the stockade or being court-martialed, you can get to the airport and out of here.  At least I could have carried out my assignment.”Hearst felt the side of his head with his hand and looked at his own blood.  The vehicle stopped . . . pointing back into SJ AFB and the three MPs cautiously approaching the vehicle.OOC: Donovan</blockquote>

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