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[center][h2] Matthew [/h2][/center]

"Corner of 9th and 29th. There's an alley next to a closed down pizzeria, that's where our mark is - if we're lucky they'll be hidden well enough that we won't need to get into a shootout with the FOE. If we're unlucky, the FOE are gonna fucking dissect us."

The car was, in the right hands, surprisingly light. The axle needed some work and the brakes were a bit too slippy, but she handled rather well and had a shocking kick for a beater that sounded like she did. Mira was in the passenger seat, checking her gun, and loading a spare magazine with bullets.

"You ever shot a gun before?" She said, producing another gun - a smaller, more concealable revolver - from somewhere around the back of her jeans.

"It's easy to do safely, hard to do well. I don't want you unarmed when we go into this, even if the shit we have on hand won't work on body armour."

The path was straight, the road was narrow, and the car still gave uneasy creaks whenever a corner had to be made - but progress was fast. The roads were fairly clear in spite of the snowfall, which was beginning to pick up again, and they'd mercifully avoided the attention of law enforcement so far... despite being about as obvious as a firework.

"Fuck. I can't believe he got caught. Sax ain't his real name, of course, but that guy's been doing this kinda shit a lot longer than I have. I figured if anyone was gonna get themselves killed it would at least not be him, y'know?" She shook her head. "I hope those bastards at least do him the dignity of making it fast."