"Yea you know what, I think I'll take my own ride." Knife says, taking a cube a from within his jacket and setting it on the ground a short distance away. Nothing happens for a few seconds, then the cube starts to rumble and expand, parts of it twisting and wirring around until it becomes a Warthog, one with a set of painted flames adorning it, and a meaty mounted chaingun sitting on the back.
I look from the Warthog, to the Mini then back to the Warthog, deciding which to get in. There's really no contest, as I jump on the back of the Warthog. Me and Knife drive back to Xot, carefully strap him in the passanger seat, then drive off after the other blue, glowing cube.
I look from the Warthog, to the Mini then back to the Warthog, deciding which to get in. There's really no contest, as I jump on the back of the Warthog. Me and Knife drive back to Xot, carefully strap him in the passanger seat, then drive off after the other blue, glowing cube.