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You watched him dive towards you and braced yourself for his approach. You need him to get lower so you can hit him with one of your Marks.
<span class="mu-r">“Lemme guess, your last job was being a Stormtrooper?”</span> you shouted while relaxing your posture a bit. <span class="mu-r">“Would it help if I stopped moving? If you give me a few bucks, I might be willing to give you a freebie!”</span>
Drago roared and dove at you just like you’d wanted.
<span class="mu-r">“Gotcha.”</span> you muttered. Drago was lucky that he had that remote control, because you doubted that any of the other Vultures would ever willingly follow this guy.
The disgruntled mook closed the distance fast, and you prepared for yet another ill-timed wing swipe. But instead, he surprised you by leaning back and exposing his talons. You recoiled slightly, not willing to lose a finger by trying to grab his leg.
Running out of options and time to react, you jumped up to meet him, punching him square in the face and forcing him to veer off course.
You clung to Drago, pressing a hand against his face and melting the mask that protected it. He screamed and flailed, swinging those sharp metal wings wildly. And in a truly unfortunate turn of fate, one of those swipes hit the energy pack on Flint’s back.
The large man cried in pain, but his and Drago’s shouts were quickly drowned out by the thundering explosion that knocked all three of you onto your feet. And then…everything went white.
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When you regained consciousness, you found that your vision was blurry and unfocused. Your throat was dry, and your head felt like it was full of cotton.
You clutched at it, struggling to rise to your feet as you grasped handfuls of sand. Sand. Why was there so much sand around here? Were you on a beach?
Yes…you were. What were you doing on a beach?
<span class="mu-r">“Tombstone…job…Vulture base…”</span> you muttered to yourself.
Vulture…Vulture…Drago! You were fighting Drago! He kidnapped Flint and he dragged you here for a final showdown.
You didn’t see him anywhere, so you had to assume that he’d run off again. That was a little disheartening, but at least Flint was okay.
<span class="mu-r">“Flint! Where are you?”</span> you called out.
You scanned the area, searching desperately for any sign of your friend. Eventually, you remembered that you had thermal vision and clicked it on.
Immediately, you picked up a signal a few yards away. It was red hot, but definitely a heat source of some sort. You rushed over and found a person-shaped lump in the sand.
<span class="mu-r">“Flint! Are you-”</span>
The lump didn’t move. It was shaped like Flint, but showed no outward signs of life. An icy shiver shot up your spine and your throat suddenly felt much more dry than it had when you regained consciousness.
<span class="mu-r">“F-Flint…?”</span> you whispered, kneeling down to scoop up his body. And as soon as you touched it, the lump collapsed and blew into the wind.
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