Castor el-Saeid (
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Hotwiring the car was the work of a moment. He's feeling pretty fucking pleased with himself right now. He's never done this, but hey, he's seen movies. Now the engine sputters to life and he sits up, both hands gripping the wheel, staring through the dust-caked windshield with a burst of exhilaration.
The regime will have noted their escape by now. They probably only have minutes before there's a small army on their tail, and miles of desert to rip through. He's not scared. He just hotwired a car. He's got a partner in crime. This is going to be awesome.
He revs the engine once and looks to the passenger seat, where his partner is loading a shotgun. He has no idea who this guy is, but he's here, and he's hot, and that's pretty much all he could ask for.
He grins. "Ready?"
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The regime will have noted their escape by now. They probably only have minutes before there's a small army on their tail, and miles of desert to rip through. He's not scared. He just hotwired a car. He's got a partner in crime. This is going to be awesome.
He revs the engine once and looks to the passenger seat, where his partner is loading a shotgun. He has no idea who this guy is, but he's here, and he's hot, and that's pretty much all he could ask for.
He grins. "Ready?"
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When the car rights itself he loses balance, though, he wasn't braced enough, and he tumbles across the seat to land halfway on top of Castor.
"Ha!" he laughs, drunk on fear and adrenaline. "That was...that was amazing!"
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He holds onto Eliot for maybe a moment longer than he should before setting both hands back on the wheel and putting on another burst of speed. There's somewhere they can hole up ahead, isn't there? He'd thought it was just an empty desert, but no, there's some kind of structure rising to meet them, a place they can outrun the mob.
He keeps one hand on the wheel and reaches back, groping for a rifle. "Take out the smaller vehicles," he says, tossing Eliot the weapon. "I'm cutting through there."
He points ahead to a narrow ravine. None but the smallest enemies will be able to follow them through there.
"Lookin forward to your fancy shooting," he says with a smirk.
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He catches the rifle and knows he can do more damage with this. It feels comfortable, somehow, precise and dangerous and he is gonna look so goddamn cool.
"Well if it's fancy you want," he says with a smirk once he's settled back in shooting position, "that's kind of my thing."
How it's his thing when he's only just experiencing freedom from that awful compound is a mystery, but it doesn't seem to matter. He squints through the rifle's sight at the nearest car. If he can take out enough of the big vehicles they can get a good lead, they'll have a real chance to lose the pursuit. The car coming up on them is a spiky rusted monstrosity trailing black exhaust behind it. It could crush them easily if they lose ground, and that would be that. He has to make this count.
He wishes there were something else he could do, bullets are great but that car looks well armored and they could definitely use extra firepower. If only there were a way to get a little extra...oomph out of his ammunition, a little nudge.
Eliot pulls the trigger, thinking how great it would be if-
The car explodes.
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"Holy shit, what the fuck was that?!" he shrills, half-laughing. "How did you do that? Wait, better question." His eyes are on the fast-approaching ravine. Yeah, a single-file chase would be better for them, but no chase at all would be even better. And if the wall were to conveniently collapse behind them...
"Can you do it again?" He looks at Eliot, nodding slightly ahead to communicate the idea.