>>5933975>>5933976>>5933980>>5933873[Ops 3, Teamwork Drag 1, Margin 2.
Muted success]
It takes some gesturing, a few slips of the tongue, a loose fiver pulled from Fiasco's wallet. The Twitcher winks twice in the brief conversation, plays a ra-ta-tap on the side of the rental, whistles a few loose tones. Always in motion. Little pearls of sweat drip down his cheeks. Stimulants are an artform out here. This man might teach Holiday a thing or two.
Though with the assurance that Team Won are lost tourists in need of a little helpful direction from the fine representatives of the local nationalist separatist militia, eventually, they let Sidewinder throw the car into reverse and begin backing away. Makes breathing a little easier. Though Fiasco almost throws the moment when Sidewinder turns the car around the Twitcher spots the handgun through the glass and twitches right five meters back in one fluid reflexive movement and throws up his hands. About fifteen different calibres of rifle munition get pointed in the rentals direction but Sidewinder sidewinds away, nice and steady, and no one fires a shot. Maybe they figured tourist best travel armed around here.
They do.
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Looks like Team Won is clear, although with a sizable delay. Okay, so, take a bit of a detour by the landmark and then straight on for a mind-numbing set of hours and then, finally, we might make it . . .
You got all that, Driver?
You did. . . you did get all that, right?
>... Right?>Team Two's driver should either get there SAFELY or ON TIME and by now you're RUNNING LATE so maybe road safety can suffer. Perhaps his able teammates can offer some support? Yeah, sorry, Driver, this kind of backroads driving? That's a check. 