[center][h3]>://DOWNLOAD FUTILITY.exe?[YES/no][/h3][/center] [center][h3]>://CALIBRATING......[/h3][/center] [center][h3]>://25% UPLOADED[/h3][/center] [center][h3]>://75% UPLOADED[/h3][/center] [center][h3]>://WELCOME BACK, u_OVER_DRIVER[/h3][/center] [center][i]Interacting with: [@Opposition][/i][/center] [hr] [i]time : November 10th, 2064, 17:30[/i] “ This one’s on you, Mackwell.” Since when did he ever need permission? He closes his eyes and considers Amano's blank tone, as the Prismo HUD locks a trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow through the maze-like sprawl. He thinks about what Amano is possibly trying to convey? Some semblance of trust? Laying the responsibility on him if he loses the voting machine? Settling already into the throes of defeat? Heh, he couldn't care less. He grasps the steering wheel like a set of reigns. His heart was beating. No. [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u3jv7zC4kU&list=PLGdEbnOoiEOOaFFYKh3A66wOUlrHUwzTs[/youtube][/center] [i]His heart was racing[/i] He gunned it, tires spraying dust as Monica’s chassis lifted off from its double-digit acceleration into a steady triple-digit cruise. Twisting the steering wheel to the right, Monica blazed out of the train-yard like a bat out of hell, battering through the rusting poly-steel fencing and out into the open damp streets of the Reclaim Zone. Mackwell maneuvered the experimental muscle car through the labyrinthine Outer Zone, splitting puddles of water into mist and blitzing through derelict intersections. There was something to admire about the Outer Zone, despite the feeling that it was tortuously collapsing onto itself. The lack of order. No cops, no meter droids and best of all, no traffic lights. He burnt asphalt and broke every rule in the South City Municipal Road Code, shifting into the left of a forked road. Mack hoped that Cantos wouldn't end up barfing all over his backseat by the time they were done with this job. The Reclaimer's was currently four kilometers away from them, trucking along at a slug's pace on an gargantuan flyover that resembled a ball of yarn. Most zoners knew it as the Knot. It was the nexus of roads that branched out to every highway that led out from South City. It would have been a violation of some obscure infrastructure legislation but in South City, zoners just learnt to deal and navigate through the tangle of bridges and roads. Another bureaucratic symptom of the screwed up government that ruled South City. 2,000 nitro-boosted horsepower engines, even if they were top of the line CHOO guzzlers, couldn't outpace his Monica forever. Mack was going to make sure that this wouldn't end up like the story of the tortoise and the hare. " Nothing from Amano yet, samurai. I'd advise you to hang on, though." Mack hit the car into high gear, ignoring the DANGER signals popping up from his helmet's internal speedometer, coaxing Monica's to a hair breadth inch away from a roadside incident. He ignored the horns and shouts of anger from the other drivers on the road as both he and Cantos jolted up onto the overpass. For a moment, Mack was momentarily lost within the maze, the stack interchange reminding him of a ant's nest. It was impossible for human eyes to find the Reclaimer's truck. Fortunately, he had Fury chrome by his side. Being in the city right now, his Prismo notified him of reports on the Labyrinth about a suspicious truck smashing its way through I-830. The highway right below his pass right now. [i][color=yellow]Babe, what you're doing right now. It's crazy.[/color][/i] [i]So, stop me.[/i] [i][color=yellow]Fortunately for the both of us, I like crazy.[/color][/i] Building up enough speed, Mack drove Monica off the side of the overpass at a 45 degree angle. The collision with the syn-crete divider may have impacted Monica's hood but he was relying on that. Too much speed and he would sail overhead the truck into oblivion. Too little and he'd be learning why cars weren’t meant to fly. The Prismo’s inertial dampeners prevented him from blacking out as he landed onto the underpass. He pressed on the accelerator and shifted Monica to high gear, preventing the Velocity from tumbling onto its side. Just right behind the Reclaimer’s truck. Mack could see the truck driver’s eyes widen in the side view mirror. “ Oh shit. It’s those same fuckers from before!” The driver barked out. Mack pulled it down to a low gear, still riding on the dizzying speeds of the short flight. He pulled out the Shredder, opened the window and leveled it towards one of the tires. He wasn’t a good shot but if he could just land one for once…... As if on cue, the trailer door opened, skidding on the ground. The voting machine was visible but that wasn’t what caught his attention. The gatling gun was mounted on an articulated hydraulic arm mounted to the roof of the trailer. It was mean-looking, black chrome shining in the headlights, with meter-long barrels ready to make things look ugly as it was. The Reclaimer behind it locked the ammo drum into position before grinning at them mercilessly. “ Say sayonara, bitches!” The barrels began revving up before spitting out a volley of high-calibre rounds. Mack shifted the car into reverse, hiding behind a conga-line of vehicles in the right lane. The Reclaimer scythed through the traffic, blasting holes in them like swiss cheese until they were no more than perforated scrap metal. Mack’s hold on his Street-Shredder was wavering. They only had a minute before they would flatline. “ This is gonna be a long night…..”