Zprimal
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- Joined
- Jul 16, 2012
Tristan swore, their van swerving as Indrani weaved in an out of traffic the moment they were notified they were being chased. "Every time! Every, god damn time." He grumbled, pushing himself upright. "Well, it can definitely track us, it seems. That means we need to be a very unappealing target for it. I think staying in the public space so they can't keep using their military-grade tools."
Indrani followed the GPS, focusing on the driving. Marcus readied his weapon, checking that his automatic rifle was loaded and flipped the safety off, his finger resting on the trigger guard.
Indrani followed the GPS, focusing on the driving. Marcus readied his weapon, checking that his automatic rifle was loaded and flipped the safety off, his finger resting on the trigger guard.