>>6103235>>6103247>>6103450>>6103786>>6104094>>6104468>>6104681>>6104899 (I hope that's everyone including relevant discussion shifting Sidewinders' goal)"Alright bros, I'm not going to waste any time. As one group with me at the lead, we charge at Citadel. You know how it works by now: Anyone shoots at us, we cut them down, and we keep cutting them down until they break or until we fucking kill 'em all! We got back-up on their way, so even if it looks like things are going tits up, we have it in the bag. You saw how they folded back there, we got 'em on the backfoot."
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>Center of Gravity: Everyone sticks to one large mass to maximize concentration of forces and thus power at any given point, perhaps enabling a defeat in detail.>Attack immediately to prevent the enemy from further organizing a defense.>Citadel: Cluster of law enforcement buildings such as the police department and detention facilities."They got the numbers, but we have God on our side. And some of this too!"
You hold up a pill bottle, take out two of the sky-blue colored tablets (you've built up enough of a tolerance to need both), and pop both of them into your mouth. You start chewing and power through the disgusting taste to swallow and get it in your system as fast as possible.
"YES!!! This is fucking IT! Dude, what a rush!" The crusaders follow suit and partake as well, be it with pills or smoking or in the case of one showoff by snorting it off of a bayonet. You'd give him props for originality, but you somehow feel like you've seen it before. Besides, there's no time for bullshit like that. You unnecessarily rev up the engine and peel out of the path of highway turned staging area.
The meth high isn't quite instant, but the rush of chewing on desert ice in front of a warband and getting behind the wheel to battle is. You gave up a good life in Hollywood to be here, and while there are times you miss it, this isn't one of them. The speedometer creeps up as you keep your foot heavy on the gas pedal on the open desert straightaway holding back just enough to keep the loose formation you've all got going on.
"Shit, almost forgot," you think aloud as you activate the radio...
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