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>...>PassAs you shift into fifth gear and look at your engine temperature creeping up, your engine doesn't seem to be blowing up on you. You think you'll be safe for the immediate future.
"Relax!" the voice on the local Cartel radio calls out, surprisingly in English. "It's just some loco, probably on that Blue stuff everyone's been taking. I think his car's from a junkyard or something." He chuckles. "Keep doing your thing, I'm just having some fun here."
The region of Greater Los Angeles you're moving through is less dense than the previous part, consisting of light industry, commercial, and suburban zones arranged in a grid. Unlike the more heavily industrial zone you came from, the path to the I-15 is straightforward from here. Anyone with a muscle car and a disregard for speed limits can clear large distances as long as they don't manage to crash into anything. Unfortunately, that includes your pursuer.
Try as you might, your car isn't going as fast as his, and he begins to creep up towards your. As you shift into sixth gear, you get a better view of his car. It's an American classic from the 60s or early 70s, back before those pesky regulations and safety standards. You can recognize the distinct style of those cars from even this distance, but it has clearly got some upgrades under the hood if its speed is anything to go on. To keep Lalo from getting within striking range or even overtaking you, you'll once again need to [DRIVE] like man possessed.
You hear a few loud pops and what you think is a bullet whizzing past. Jill has already put the box of grenades down and has a rifle out. Whether it'll be enough covering fire to last you until the mythical I-15 is in view depends on how this bout of [COMBAT] goes.
>Roll 2d100 for [DRIVE]>Roll 2d100 for [COMBAT]>>5389827>off LaloGood luck, lol
