"Not a fucking clue. OH GOD." I swerve out the way of a figure on the road and nearly crash into a nearby pillar. Wait, this seems awfully familiar [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.376169-Mall-Fight-RP-ACT-3-ACT-2-G-TEAM-NO-MORE-Open?page=15]...
"Fucking, bodies in roads. Always messing up my driving." I get out and see Salt.
"This fucker? Can we tie him to the top of the car?"
"Well. We can go to the underground boxing ring, as in criminal not geographical. Or we could go to an illegal landfill. Or a power station. Or one of the other fifty power stations. Or we could go to the park."
"God damn it Sigma..." I sigh and press a button near the radio. A metal panel covers up the whole.
"Oh. That's convenient. Now, how do I actually turn the radio on?"
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