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Might have lost a back wheel and have my fuel tank hanging out but I can still run

[roving-thunder]

“T’was just a scratch. Now get that truck out of here.”

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Pinned ((Open RP starter))

The highway was under attack. Cars weaved under the bridge’s supports trading fire and the bridge itself was being charged.

[Needing help up here,] came the message over the radio.

[Ten four, this is the Hesperus I got an eye on you buddy,] came the reply.

The truck on the bridge was struggling, three of its wheels were gone and the engine was smoking badly. To make matters worse, someone was bombing across the tarmac towards them.

With the handbrake on, the vehicle on the top of the hill turned it’s weapons and opened fire. The LM-54 acted almost as tracer fire for the bigger MM5-4 as shots were rained down from above.

One lucky shot bit into the fuel drum of the charging machine causing it to explode, sending the wreck off the side of the bridge. There was no time to celebrate though as shots came in from behind the vehicle on the hill.

“Shit,” the driver growled, pulling the handbrake off and slamming it into reverse.

There was a lurch as one of the rear wheels was blown off in the driveby. Backing down the hill the truck turned, bringing the weapons to bear. Cresting the rise in front of it came the attacker in a lightweight buggy. Slamming into the Hesperus there was a crunch and the buggy opened fire wildly.

Ducking down, the driver of the attacked truck avoided the shredding lead ripping into the cabin and pulled the trigger himself. By the time the weapons had overheated the buggy had fallen silent.

Tentatively, the man in the truck, looked out of the shattered grill covering the windscreen.

Nothing.

The driver of the buggy was dead, the LM-54 had made short work of him.

[This is Hesperus, still in the game up here, how’s it looking down there?]

Reports of success came flooding back as the Hesperus backed up away from the wreckage. Or tried to at least.

With both wheels on the left gone, the truck had beached itself with the rear wheel digging into the soft muck.

[I’m stuck up here, could I get a lil help?] He asked, pinging his map.

[Sure thing ma’e, I’ll come getcha,] came a reply.

Three hours later and help still had not arrived. With a sigh, the driver of the truck climbed out to inspect the damage. He had a few tools with him and he could always do some scavenging if he needed to.

Leaving the radio on, he hoped help would come. Night was falling and the area was far from safe.