In Westside We Trust

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Gunshots and Blasters could be heard in the streets that terrorized any poor civilians that were caught during the fight. A deadly high-speed chase was happening within the downtown streets of Tier Five while the night was upon them. There was a convoy of six vehicles that were tailing the stolen black-market ice cream truck. Orcs stuck out halfway through the opened windows to aim their weapons to stop this chase. Bullets and blaster bolts ricochet off the armor that was slowly wearing it down. Jacket had no way to fire his guns back at them since the windows and windshield of the truck was heavily fortified and impossible to take apart. He drove with his foot mashed all the way down on the gas pedal but was still not outrunning the angry mobsters. There were more buttons to try out on the instrument cluster that could change this current situation. Coming up at a four-way stop traffic light, Jacket was going to make a right turn at the traffic light.

Some cars were present there, but none were stopped in front of the masked vigilante and the orcs. A red light soon switched on right when Jacket made a hard right turn that caused the truck to drift around the corner. Tires squealed from the truck and so did the mobsters' cars too. Still, the mafia vehicles peruse him while breaking the traffic law. Jacket could still tell they were right behind him. He picked another button to press and see if anything would help. Sure enough, the truck activated a trap to set underneath the vehicle. A Road spiked strip was left in the road by the ice cream truck for the enemy to run over. The orcs did run over the spikes, causing their tires a blowout. This made a car pile up in the street from the sedans and SUVs running into each other simultaneously. From the scenario, the masked prime was able to escape from the engaging orcs.

After leaving them in the dust, Jacket started to slow down a little while almost leaving downtown. Paranoid came across his mind of any orcs patrolling the street for their stolen ride. His eye focus on the road and his surroundings in case he came across the same kind of cars that the mafia drove. He wouldn't be out of the woods yet until he reached Chirpa's repair shop. The truck soon made way onto a highway ramp that led to an interstate. Jacket thought this would be a faster route to avoid any orc mafia vehicles. As he started blending in with the traffic, a suspicious black Jaguar sedan started to speed and switch lanes quickly to pass the slow cars. Jacket could notice the suspicious black car catching up from his driver's side mirror. He slammed the gas pedal hard once again to get away. The Jaguar still was following the truck skillfully while avoiding collision with the slow traffic. Suddenly, it felt like half of the traffic turned against him since there were more blacked out cars and SUVs following in pursuit. When the highway was less congested, the mafia vehicles sped up quicker than before. The windows from their cars start to roll down as orcs took aim at the Jacket's truck.

Now the prime was in the same situation as before except this time, they are now on a more open road than before. Bullets and blaster bolts pelted the truck's armor, making it weaker than before. Jacket had to build his hope back into the untouched buttons to see what they would do. He pressed an odd one that activated a turbo mode, making the truck faster than before. The speedometer started climbing faster to the top speed that showed the truck can able to make. All the orcs were starting to be left behind but little did Jacket know that a deadly barricade trap was being made further down the highway to stop him. This barricade consisted some armored black-market trucks and pickups with that are equipped with repeating blasters in the beds. Many orcs surrounded the barricade with their weapons held tightly in their hands.

As Jacket got closer, he could see the highway blocked off from mobsters that were ready to kill Jacket. There was no way around them since the opposite lanes were cut off from cement dividers that could easily stop this truck. The doomed prime looked any possible way out from this grim situation. Soon, he was going to be sandwiched in between deadly firepower that would make his armored ice cream truck not last much longer. Coming closer to the roadblock, Jacket noticed a piece of the railing on the far right side from the highway bridge they were on was torn apart from a recent car accident that made a clean sizeable opening. This was the only exit he could rely on and it was better than being caught by the mafia. Jacket grew the courage to become a stunt devil to run off the bridge and steered his car toward the opening. The orcs kept in pursuit until most of them realized what he was about to pull off. Their vehicles slammed on their brakes, causing their tires to squeal loudly. Jacket now was a couple hundred yards away from the road hazard.

One dedicated Mercedes sedan still followed Jacket, no matter the cost. All the orcs inside the car yelled at the top of their lungs for the driver to stop but the driver was stubborn as a mule. Jacket drove off the bridge with the fastest speed the truck could make on top of the turbo. Suddenly, he's airborne above the city below him and this was indeed a big scary drop but the armor from the ice cream truck could take the impact. The vehicle descended to the street below with all four wheels, pointing toward the ground. That one Mercedes went airborne as well and still followed him. Jacket felt the impact when the truck landed and it shook him enough to cause the bones in his body to vibrate like nothing before. The single mafia car nose dived off the edge of the bridge along with Jacket and landed with the front of the car hitting the ground brutally. This caused the car to do a couple front flips and landed upside down.

Gas started to leak out of the damaged line from within the car and pour out onto the paved street. As Jacket drove away, he could see the car explode in a fiery blaze from his side mirror. The successfully stolen black market ice cream truck drove away into the concrete jungle of Tier Five. Orcs got out of their vehicle and ran up to the edge of the bridge to see if they can spot their stolen property. It was too late, Jacket blend within the dirtired outdated city and left without a trace. Defeated expressions were upon their faces and humiliation from this terrible event. The honor wasn't made today within the family's name.