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As engines roar and bullets start to fly, your heart begins beating like a drum, adrenaline rushing through your body as it faces one of the oldest dilemmas known to any form of life: Fight or flight.
<span class="mu-r">You’ll fight.</span> 75.
Ducking low in the bed of the truck, you cast aside your shotgun and scramble for a more fitting weapon - it’s a split second decision, but your instincts scream at your that it’s the right one. Shotguns won’t do jackshit to cars armored up like the wraiths have theirs, you don’t need to be a tech to figure that out. No, Maeve has the right idea, the brass flinging out the side of her rifle something of an inspiration - at <span class="mu-i">least</span> a rifle, something even bigger would be best…
“Come on, suit, shoot!” Maeve yells at you, crouching unsteadily as she thumbs the release on its curved magazine and clacks in a fresh one. Her next long, barely controlled burst sends one of the raffen gunmen slumping out of his window, his body flipping and folding violently as it impacts the road at high speed - one of the other wraith vehicles crunches over the mangled man, adding one more dark stain to the roads of North Side.
“I need a different gun!” You shout back while unlocking the clamps on a bulky 'light' machinegun, a piece from Cannon’s own stock - thankfully it’s already loaded. Reloading it’d be a mess to figure out right now, “...Think this’ll work?!”
Maeve cackles like a madwoman when she sees the huge weapon, “Ahahaha! Nova~ Send them to hell, suit!”
“Just need to-” You struggle to get the gun into position for a few seconds, keeping low and getting a bulky machinegun braced against the top of the tailgate not being the most complimentary goals - more bullets ping off the armor nearby as you finally get the beast of a gun into something like a stable firing position, “Just need to get it set up - there, finally!”
“Have you ever even shot one of those thi - Agh, fuck!” Maeve cries out as the Thorton suddenly turns, sending her sprawling over into you, landing in an awkward close pressed heap, “<span class="mu-i">Aldecaldo driving!</span> Agh, get your hand off my fucking- <span class="mu-i">Hey!</span>”
