The military humvee tore through the inner-city streets of Atlanta, as fire rained down all around them. The entire scene, alone, would cause any rookie to incur PTSD, but this was nothing for Darius. In fact, he had white-knuckled the steering wheel and was cutting corners like he was F1 driver. And Darius barely drives as is.
The team was on a timer. They only had a handful of minutes to clear the outer-city limits. Why? Because driving through molten hellfire was bad for public health. So FEB command was capable of giving them a window of time to drive through charred streets.
Thus, Darius kicked the vehicle into gear as he cut around a corner. "Jade, get that gun spinning," he shouted over squad-radio, "Everyone else prepare for tag-alongs!"
《Christy: And here I thought we weren't going to have to fight our way there!》
《Rodriguez: Ha! You say that every time, and every time it gets worse. Let's see how bad it is this time!》
The vehicle tore through yet another intersection before coming upon what appeared to be a group of M-killers loitering around in the next intersection. Darius accelerated and shouted, "BRACE!" Everyone in the vehicle pressed themselves up against the interior as it bowling-pinned several of the M-killers.
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