07-03-2017, 03:09 PM
I chuckled as I limped through the city limits, quickly finding myself a beaten-up pickup and stowing my Z-staff in the back. I didn’t exactly have high hopes that the leather-bound guy in the cape would be an enormous help necessarily, but if he knew Graw he couldn’t be a hindrance. Hell, maybe he had some kind of tracking sonar. ‘Cause he’s a bat...or something. Or maybe he was just a crazy person. Who knew, really.
“They’re still on the move,” I noted, using one hand to steady the tablet on the dashboard as I peeled out and took off through the city streets. There were no other cars in sight; knowing my luck they probably snagged some sweet sports car while I was stuck with this jalopy. “Oh Genie, I miss you so.”
Fingers tight on the wheel and foot pressed to the floorboard, I whipped around corners and through the various empty streets with little regard for personal safety. It barely mattered if I played it safe; if I hit anyone taking a tight corner it would more than likely be those douchebags anyway. With a smirk, I whipped through a red light and ramped over a median, the suspension barely managing to do its only job as the underside of the shitty truck scraped against the pavement. “OUTLAW COUNTY!” I cried out nonsensically, pumping a fist through the sunroof.
After taking another few hairpin turns and thoroughly wrecking any chance of my truck ever driving straight again, I glanced down at my map. They continued to creep forward, despite my breakneck pace. “i swear to god, if they’re banging through town in a Lambo I’m going to be so pissed.”
Gritting my teeth, I pulled a hard left and hopped onto the sidewalk, crashing through mailboxes and toppling streetsigns. I didn’t have time to worry about how many Wanted Stars I had. It was time to be the big damn hero!
“They’re still on the move,” I noted, using one hand to steady the tablet on the dashboard as I peeled out and took off through the city streets. There were no other cars in sight; knowing my luck they probably snagged some sweet sports car while I was stuck with this jalopy. “Oh Genie, I miss you so.”
Fingers tight on the wheel and foot pressed to the floorboard, I whipped around corners and through the various empty streets with little regard for personal safety. It barely mattered if I played it safe; if I hit anyone taking a tight corner it would more than likely be those douchebags anyway. With a smirk, I whipped through a red light and ramped over a median, the suspension barely managing to do its only job as the underside of the shitty truck scraped against the pavement. “OUTLAW COUNTY!” I cried out nonsensically, pumping a fist through the sunroof.
After taking another few hairpin turns and thoroughly wrecking any chance of my truck ever driving straight again, I glanced down at my map. They continued to creep forward, despite my breakneck pace. “i swear to god, if they’re banging through town in a Lambo I’m going to be so pissed.”
Gritting my teeth, I pulled a hard left and hopped onto the sidewalk, crashing through mailboxes and toppling streetsigns. I didn’t have time to worry about how many Wanted Stars I had. It was time to be the big damn hero!
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