Nate slows his pace so he can pull the map out of his pocket, shaking it open with the radio still in one hand. "If everything goes my way? Give me five--" And there, that's a crisp crackle of gunfire coming over the radio from his side of things. The sound in person is more immediate, less tinny; it's loud and tosses up dirt in the street as the some of the local militia come spilling around a corner not fifteen feet from him, a truck hot on their tail.
"Crap." He sidelines it, crumpling the map into the waist of his jeans as he makes for a collapsing section wall in the nearest building. One of these days, he'll say 'if everything goes my way' and it actually will (a guy can dream).
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Nate slows his pace so he can pull the map out of his pocket, shaking it open with the radio still in one hand. "If everything goes my way? Give me five--" And there, that's a crisp crackle of gunfire coming over the radio from his side of things. The sound in person is more immediate, less tinny; it's loud and tosses up dirt in the street as the some of the local militia come spilling around a corner not fifteen feet from him, a truck hot on their tail.
"Crap." He sidelines it, crumpling the map into the waist of his jeans as he makes for a collapsing section wall in the nearest building. One of these days, he'll say 'if everything goes my way' and it actually will (a guy can dream).