Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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I bring the Minigun to bear, and right before I fire, I scream: "say hello, to our little friend!"
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I laugh, still keeping the Land Rover under control. Whispers "You're nuts..."
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I start firing at the cars behind us, blazing away nearly eight hundred rounds per second.
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The Rover is shaking, and I struggle to keep it steady, glancing at the GPS every few seconds and heading toward the airport. 10 more miles...
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I realize that while going fully automatic is fun, but I start firing in bursts to cut down on the shaking.
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I bit my lip. My ears were ringing, and I leaned forward a bit. I yell "Right turn!!"
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I look to confirm, and hold on tight.
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I had to slow the Rover down a bit, but made the right-hand turn as easy and smooth as I could. I kept following the GPS. 6 more miles...
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After you turn the corner, I resume firing. Stopping all but one vehicle, the only survivor breaks off following us.
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As soon as we are around the corner, I hit the gas. I checked the fuel tank. Full. Perfect. 5 more miles...
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I look around to make sure boomed left, and duck back inside. Closing the turrent.
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I kept driving, glancing around to make sure no one was following us, and I wasn't going to plow into anyone coming the opposite way. 3 more miles...
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I slide into the passenger seat. "how are you doing?"
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I relax a little. "Fine, you?"
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"could be better, got those guys off us." I roll up my sleeve and look at my injury.
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