I wake up from my nap on the sofa, stretch and yawn contentedly .
"So...what's up everyone? How about we look around the city? We can defend ourselves after all."
"Hey, I'm game for a skiz around the city." I say, standing from the coach and stretching my arms.
"Eh, you go ahead, I'm going to try and fix this fucking gun." Efink yells from the other room, followed by a blast of sound and a muffled swear.
"...I didn't hear you get in." I look in the back seat and see Sigma, Knife, and X. In the boot seat is Trilby.
"Great then! Lets go!" I turn on the radio, and start driving.
"Not a fucking clue. OH GOD." I swerve out the way of a figure on the road and nearly crash into a nearby pillar. Wait, this seems awfully familiar [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.376169-Mall-Fight-RP-ACT-3-ACT-2-G-TEAM-NO-MORE-Open?page=15]...
"Fucking, bodies in roads. Always messing up my driving." I get out and see Salt.
"This fucker? Can we tie him to the top of the car?"
"Well. We can go to the underground boxing ring, as in criminal not geographical. Or we could go to an illegal landfill. Or a power station. Or one of the other fifty power stations. Or we could go to the park."
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