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>Skulk behind them and attack them once they reach the crash site, mid lootingYou're not mister Hollywood action star. These guys would probably kill you without much trouble. You need to take them on when they're distracted, which means stalking them until you're at the crash site and then figuring it out from there. Clutching your revolver, you stay behind them.
>[COMBAT] avoided... for now?Luckily, these two don't even bother checking to see if anyone's following. In fact, they're basically running straight for the crash site like it's a sprint. Your "skulking" is more of a brisk jog, and after a few minutes of pursuit, you're almost out of breath. The smoke around this place is getting thick and the wooded area is taking a subtle red hue. Those small fires you saw on your way here look to be growing and the smoke is starting to interfere with your breathing, although if you don't get out of here in time a dry cough will be the least of your worries.
"Ey, Nacho, you hear something?" Damn it, did they notice you?
"Foo, the fuck you saying? You got-" he's interrupted by a coughing fit. "You got another deer to shoot? I bet that heli's got good shit, after the LAPD went- ah!" He starts coughing again.
"No just- hey man, wanna catch a breather a-" He pauses. "Hey, Nacho, you seeing this?" He's pointing to the west. From a distance away, you look over there too. It's Hollywood in flames - literally.
The Hollywood Sign, a landmark of Los Angeles, is totally up in flames. One of the letters has already been reduced to just a frame, and the rest of it looks like it'll follow. Either the fire started right in that area, or God really, really hates Hollywood with how bad the flames are. Both of them are still and silent like yourself. It's a sight to behold.
"Hey, Iván," one of them chimes in after a long pause, looking west. "You ever think we fucked up?'
"Like, going after the chopper? I mean, the loot's p-"
"No, I mean like, WE. Like a peoples. Americans. Y'know what I'm sayin'? Like, this is LA in front of us. If we were in a movie they'd show this on screen to be like 'yo, this LA.' And it's burnin' up in front of us." During this unprompted philosophical tangent, one of the letters seems to be consumed by the fire.
"They fucked this place up. Been fucking it up for years." He pauses. "But y'know, we on the hashtag loot-crew grind, so maybe we're the bad guys?"
"Us? Not the politicians or the bankers or the lizards if you're into that-"
"But that don't mean we got the right to fuck shit up ourselves! Y'know, it's like, if I was all high up and shit would I be different?"
"You saying we're wrong? That we should turn back and give this shit up?"
You genuinely weren't expecting this kind of introspective, philosophical talk from what you thought were a bunch of deranged looters. Maybe you really could have talked things through and dealt with this peacefully, without bloodshed?
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