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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2788871" data-attributes="member: 63">Halloween9:28 pmAs Nathan brings the BMW in closer to give Scarpedin a better shot, he sees Hetfield curse briefly before ducking inside the hatch on the armored truck's roof."Shoot for the front," Nathan calls up.Scarpedin dutifully aims for the rear tires. The mini-gun is huge in his hands, and Nathan suspects the knight really has no idea how to use an uzi, let alone a heavy machine gun. But, Nathan figures, it's a mini-gun. How can Scarpedin miss?The mini-gun whirs for about two seconds, and bullets fly across the interstate, nowhere near the armored truck. Then the gunfire silences, and only the dim hum of the gun's rotating mechanism remains. Nathan realizes that when Scarpedin magically pulled the mini-gun from the terrorist's hands, the Canadian must have snapped the ammo chain. Already Scarpedin has used all the rounds he's going to get."God dammit!" he curses.Nathan sighs and pulls away from the truck again, afraid of getting sideswiped. Meanwhile, John leans out the side window with a pistol in his uninjured hand, waiting for a shot at one of the terrorists.Scarpedin tries to put the mini-gun through the sun roof, still not realizing that there is a finite amount of room of which he's taking up a large proportion. Grumbling and cursing, Scarpedin sits back down, pulling the mini-gun in after him.Nathan stares at the man for a moment, unblinking. "That's the second gun you have managed to use completely ineffectually. Despite my unflappable British demeanor, I am astounded.""This gun sucks too," Scarpedin grunts, unconcerned, "but we're keeping it. Put it in the back."John groans, "A little busy now."Finally Scarpedin looks back and sees John bleeding on the back seat."Sh*t," he says as he carefully stows the mini-gun in the back seat beside John. "You're pretty bad off man. Why don't you heal yourself?"John is still looking for a shot as he replies. "I can't do that."John pops off a shot as Hetfield reemerges from the top hatch, but the bullet hits only body armor. At the speeds they're going, hitting the man's face, his only exposed area, is nearly impossible.Hetfield, for his part, has an easier job of it. He holds a large shotgun in his left hand, and is fiddling with something out of sight with his right."Now," Scarpedin says, "what did I tell you two boys about 'impossible?' Work that angel groove. And gimme another gun.""We need to hurry," Nathan says. "If they realize the radio jammer isn't working-"John fires another shot. This one hits Hetfield in his arm and seems to actually annoy him.Nathan suddenly feels nervous, like something terrible is about to happen. It's not quite vision-level, but something about how Hetfield is eyeing his car worries him. And then the Canadian terrorist pulls out a grenade, bites off the pin, and tosses it. To Nathan's horror, the grenade sails perfectly in through the back passenger window, landing in John's lap.They all scream and Nathan cringes, but John manages to grab the grenade and toss it out the window. It explodes a few feet behind the car, and though shrapnel digs into the body of the BMW, miraculously none of them are hurt.(In-game, this is what happens when three PCs have evasion, and they all make their saves while in a car.)"Alright!" Nathan says, "I am getting quite fed up with people blowing up my car. Here." He pulls out his magnum, the world's most powerful handgun, and offers it to Scarpedin."Don't. Waste. The bullets.""Alright man." Scarpedin rolls his eyes.He stands up again through the sun roof, just in time to take a shotgun blast to his arm. Scarpedin curses, while John fires off another shot, doing little if any damage."If you can use magic," John shouts, "grab that gun too.""I'm f*ckin' shot, man!" Scarpedin growls and fires the magnum, missing.Nathan sighs and tries to remain calm. Another shotgun blast clips off the hood of his car, and he sees the armored truck looming near, trying to crush him. The BMW, even with one mangled, sparking tire, is far more maneuverable than the truck, so Nathan hopes to take advantage of the terrorists' exuberance. He lays on the gas and pulls ahead into thicker traffic, and as expected, the armored car accelerates to follow. Scarpedin and John are both firing madly at the front tires of the armored car, and Nathan tries to give them as clear a shot as possible for ten seconds, as long as he's comfortable sitting still. Then he swerves and, unsurprisingly, a second hurled grenade flies roughly where his car would have been. The detonation simply cracks the interstate surface. A few seconds later, Scarpedin sits back down through the sun roof. "You got more ammo for this?"John, who at some point switched to his second pistol, fires one last shot, just as the armored truck is swerving in to crush Nathan's BMW against the concrete median. The truck's front tire, worn away by several shots, finally buckles, and the truck goes out of control. Nathan cuts across in front of the truck and watches in his mirrors as it strikes the median instead. Then, as the front of the truck cracks into concrete, the backside skids and twists into the air. The truck lands on its left side and gouges a short swath of interstate as it comes to a stop."Turn around!" Scarpedin shouts.Nathan obliges. Two hundred feet downrange from the wrecked truck, he shifts, turns, and brakes in a bootlegger 180. The BMW stops, not quite on a dime, but maybe on a pound coin."Holy sh*t," Scarpedin says again. "Nice driving."In the bloody back seat, John says, "Bring us closer. We need to finish them off."In the distance, the back door of the truck falls open, and Hetfield staggers out. A car slows down as it comes to the wreck, and Hetfield waves for help. Just as the driver stops to find out what's happened, Hetfield moves up next to the window and fires a shotgun blast into the driver's face."He's gonna get away!" Scarpedin says. "Closer!"Nathan obliges.</blockquote>

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