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!!! Agent Sidewinder threads the needle, brick-work scraping along the nice wax polish as he careens around the corner at something approaching sixty.
hit the brakes Agent you're about to hit the LAKE--
>Spitefully, the handbrake chooses this exact moment to disengage from anything resembling mechanical function
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Kkzkk--
Your signal is back online! Team Won, I'm reading multiple elevated biorythms, is everything-- TEAM WON, YOU'RE APPROACHING THE LAKE AT SPEED
TURN AROUND
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( In the background, militants? nationalists? hunters out for a nice weekend? steady themselves, re-orient, grit their teeth, holy hells at high speed, one of the ornery bastards levels a rifle that hasn't seen service since the USSR ruled the area and puts a bullet perilously close to the front wheel. What kind of hunter pulls of nagant deadshots?!
The driver curses and wrests control from the forces of acceleration, busted tire thud thud thud grinding into the mud, sparks beginning to fly as the rubber gets ripped to shreds )
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>Team Won about to take a bath
>Think fast!
