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[Dampe]

"Son of a sh- Yes, I can! Not as well as I can pilot, mind you, but it's better than nothing!" Fakhr shouted as he ran towards the small car to check whether the keys were inside.

No keys, but it shouldn't be too hard to hotwire.

[Caellath]

"Does any of you know how to hotwire?!" Fakhr asked, inwardly cursing their luck - or their lack thereof.

[Dampe]

"You're the driver," Steele says, as he slides into the back seat and changes magazines.
"Shouldn't you know how to hotwire it?"

[Caellath]

"You talk via that radio, could you reliably fix it in case it stopped working?" Fakhr shot back, not pleased by the faulty logic as he went about trying to hotwire the car. "Beidan. Here's hoping what little I know of messing with wires will help now."

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

We might have better hope testing Technology at half value than hoping for a result of 1.

[Dampe]

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

We might have better hope testing Technology at half value than hoping for a result of 1.

((Hotwiring is rolled based on your land vehicles skill, not tech.))

[Caellath]

((Ah, ok. Nevermind and carry on.))

[Dampe]

Fakhr opens a panel under the dashboard and connects some wires.

**Fakhr rolls an 87!**

The engine suddenly springs to life!

[Caellath]

"Far better than expected!" Not one to curse his own luck - except when it was bad - Fakhr got on the driver's seat and waved the rest of the team to get inside. "Let's get out of here. Do we have a path to our destination?" The question was aimed at Steele, since he had read that small note.

And as soon as everyone piled inside the Egyptian pilot floored it to get away from the scene.

[Twinwolf]

In Adriana goes.

[Playergamer]

Boyd stumbles into the backseat of the car. "Ah, fuck!"

[Dampe]

"Uhh, shit, a path...Make a left up here, and we should be on the main road. We can ride that all the way to San Cajetan."

[Caellath]

"Got it." With a nod, Fakhr accepted the instructions of his impromptu navigator and drove the car towards the main road.

[Dampe]

"Christ, I wasn't expecting us to lose anyone on this operation. Hopefully, this "Maria" will give us a place to stay. Am I the only one who hasn't slept in two days?"

[Caellath]

"What eez sleep?" The reply was followed with a weary chuckle then silence. "I want to murder that sniper. Too bad that place's too hot right now, but by Allah I'll kill him the next time we meet." He continued to vent his frustration at the sniper as he drove while paying attention to the path and to the surroundings at the same time - being trained to be a fighter pilot was not bereft of advantages aside from bringing death from above.

[Dampe]

La Concubina Perla
San Cajetan, Tropicana
Approximately 17:30 Hours

Fakhr pulled the hatchback up outside of a large (and very swanky) house in a wealthy suburb of San Cajetan. "This is the right address, so I suppose we can't do much else but knock. Leave your guns in the car, guys," Steele said, as he hopped out of the car and walked up to the door.
He knocked twice.

"ˇEstamos cerrados!"

**Steele rolls a 56!**

"Por favor, Coronel Gutierrez nos envió."

A heavy sigh came from the other side of the door.

"Un minuto."