Hyde Road - Steal a car
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| - | With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your | + | With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your fingers ache as you squeeze each handle. About five, or maybe six, cars down, the door handle to a small, beat up utility vehicle gives way and the door swings open. Climbing inside, you shut the door behind you, it's no warmer in the small single cabin than it is outside, but the shelter from the windfrom you face does help somewhat. You look around the cabin for the keys. Inside the glove compartment you find a box of cigarettes and old dented hip flask. It is tarnished and pressed into the side is the head of a horse. It's a logo, or maybe a crest, you aren't too sure, but it seems familiar although you can't place it right now. You unscrew the lid. |
| - | Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your | + | Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your sinuses. Jack scolds you. "I am not sure that dulling your senses right now is the best idea." |
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Revision as of 10:23, 10 November 2016
With your pursuer now well out of sight and the blizzard seeming to intensify, you stand up and brush past Jack. Walking down the street you check the handles of the cars as you pass them. It is becoming bitterly cold, and your fingers ache as you squeeze each handle. About five, or maybe six, cars down, the door handle to a small, beat up utility vehicle gives way and the door swings open. Climbing inside, you shut the door behind you, it's no warmer in the small single cabin than it is outside, but the shelter from the windfrom you face does help somewhat. You look around the cabin for the keys. Inside the glove compartment you find a box of cigarettes and old dented hip flask. It is tarnished and pressed into the side is the head of a horse. It's a logo, or maybe a crest, you aren't too sure, but it seems familiar although you can't place it right now. You unscrew the lid.
Jack is now sitting on the long seat next to you, it suddenly feels rather cramped inside the small space. You lift the open flask to your nose, the unmistakable pine needle smell of gin filling your sinuses. Jack scolds you. "I am not sure that dulling your senses right now is the best idea."
