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Scooting behind what remains of your cover, you snap your fingers a few times to get your layabout skeleton’s attention while Gramps circles around to the other side of his cover.
“Way ahead of ya, cupcake.” Your skeleton replies as he pops out of your body and into his <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM,</span> “Always wanted ta’ drive one of dose’...”
Leaving you with a devious cackle, Ly soars towards the nearest APC and phases through its front! Before you can watch the fireworks, however, another burst of machine gun fire bisects your already-bisected piece of car cover! You were using that, prick!
As you sprint towards a fresh vehicle, you feel a salvo of white-hot bullets rip through the air behind you and graze your armor by mere centimeters! Just when you feel the shooter catch up with you, a series of shots rings out across the lot from where you just came from! Chancing a look towards your attackers, you watch in awe as Pops lets loose on the wheels of the APC closest to them–puncturing holes in the thick tires with a series of rapid precision shots!
As the military vehicle’s tires pop in quick succession, its partners swerve out of the way as the APC sends sparks flying across the lot before <span class="mu-i">LAUNCHING</span> into the air like some kind of video game glitch! Following it up and back down again with your eyes, you just barely manage to notice a pair of thin, metallic tentacles stretched across the ground, both originating from Talbot wearing a look of utter <span class="mu-i">glee</span> on his dumb face!
With two APCs down and slowly burning, you turn your attention to the remaining two–one of which is already swerving to resist Ly’s takeover. Guess that means you get the other! Darting towards your target, you deftly sidestep the APC’s gunfire and leap over the other as it whips around the parking lot! Landing with a dull ‘<span class="mu-i">thud</span>’ next to the turret that took potshots at you, you immediately get to work tearing open the hatch leading inside!
Unfortunately whoever’s in there is smarter than you thought–though you tug, twist, and chip away using your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS,</span> the entrance refuses to open! Talk about a fire hazard! Sensing your intent, the driver inside tries to shake you off, but it ain’t happening!
Just when you’re about to blast the top open with a point-blank <span class="mu-g">ROCKET-PROPELLED GRENADE,</span> you hear the whirr of the turret from behind you! Reaching back with a claw, you cleanly cleave the gun from its tripod, causing it to unceremoniously tumble to the pavement below!
Noticing your handiwork, Talbot peeks out from behind his cover! “<span class="mu-s">THAT’S NOT THE DRIVER, DORK!</span>”
You <span class="mu-i">KNOW/i] that, moron!
>CONTD.</span>
