"I don't fucking know, but you best be ready!" Markus wasn't very clear, as he saw the armoured vehicle pull away, shaking his head.
"Armoured tyres, so you're gonna need to punch your hitters into it. Deform the rubber and it'll stop." Markus was cold but focussed, as they drove down the dirt track, hitting a few bumps, hard. He couldn't fire, but knew that Markus would be able to poke his head out of the window, as he kept on the throttle, throwing another gear as he knew he was going far quicker than was comfortable on these roads.

"I'm going to get us close, take a pop at him!" The German yelled, as he felt the Land Rover roar a little as he edged closer, the sudden braking of the armoured vehicle ahead making them nudge it, the impact hard as they backed down.
"Fuck!" With it, Markus shifted down and accelerated hard again, keeping them in range, allowing Eric to take at least a few solid shots to stop the vehicle.