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Monday, November 25, 2013
#32: Bank Blow-up:
Drake knew that the moment he jumped out of the hummer, he’d be cut down before he could reach cover, but if he stayed, he’d be blown to smithereens. The key was still in the ignition, but with the vehicle parked side-on, he couldn't ram them, nor would he have been able to manoeuvre fast enough to avoid the projectile. So he did the last thing they expected.
He wound down the driver’s window.
The surprised bandits took the bait and fired the RPG right at him. The moment he saw them raise the launcher, he was already lowering the other window, leaning back so that the rocket passed through, right in front of his face.
Impacting against one of the vacant counters, the rocket exploded harmlessly.
Making a mental note to pay for repairs, Drake fired in bursts, scattering the newcomers as he ran behind a pillar, reaching shelter just as they began returning fire, chunks of plaster flying as they peppered it.
If Drake didn't move, they would completely shred his cover, leaving him exposed...
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