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You can think of more than a few things you’d like. You’d like it if those crop dusters could fit in maybe a half dozen guys or something. You can just picture what it would be like if you could get maybe a dozen good men way behind at the back of Sacaton to just wreck house and make them panic. Or maybe if you could find a tank museums you could get some of those bad boys up and running. You could just picture yourself sticking out of the hatch of one of those old WW2 tanks firing off 76mm shells like a champ.
“Nah, we’re good.”
Some day.
With all of that out of the way, you can finally return your attention to your actual guys. A truck with bullet holes in it idles in the middle of the highway as a couple of people are laid flat on their backs on the truck-beds with a medic sat on the side holding some piece of railing by the back window. It looks like they did get the truck that veered into the roadside shrubs back up and running. The rest of them are mostly readied on the highway due east toward your target, their motors on and the guys on the back ready with their weapons or baggies of meth pills. As is custom, you take point and lead from the front.
One of the leads notices you’re done with the calls and briskly walks over to you. “Cardinal Paul!”
“You know, Jesse’s fine..."
