Quoted By:
<statement>Off the bat, our arm is possessed. Possibly bugged.
Honesty seems a good way to start this off, Charlie checks a few lights on the Driver's side and rubs her fingers together idly before pressing down on one. It blips.
>"I installed the dampeners on this girl myself, and my work is second to one, and only one. The only way they'd find my station is if they physically touched it."
<interjection>But truck workers should be here soon-
>”...”
>”Shit!”
Charlie gives a yelp before dashing to the driver's seat. You hear a click, and the van roars before surging forward frighteningly fast, narrowly fitting between two trees at the rear of the Pizzeria. JJ clings to the side, wincing, as the guns rattle along the wall, Charlie putting as much space as she can from the Pizzeria before the vehicle can be seen.
Charlie, panting, leaves the wheel. Attached to her right leg is a plastic casing with a metallic block at the bottom, added weight to use the pedals.
