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 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 wind from 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. | 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 wind from 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." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you. | + | 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." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you. |
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| + | A peripheral search of the remained of the cabin doesn't yield anything else useful and the cold is starting to bother you. You take a swig from the hip flask, the familiar warmth that accompanies the first taste of good spirits works it's way down your your throat. You feel a little better. Reaching down below the steering wheel you feel for the edge of the plastic cover panel. Wrapping your fingers around the edge, you give it a sharp tug and comes away easily. It only takes moments for you to rip away the simple cables connecting to the ignition, a small spark | ||
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Revision as of 09:04, 14 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 wind from 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." Jack's patronizing nature is something you have become accustomed to over the years, and for the most part you ignore him. You catch a glimpse of some bright lights illuminating the blizzard behind you in the rear view mirror. You look over your shoulder. The blue haze accompanying it prompts you to duck out of sight before the vehicle is clearly visible through the storm. One, two, three, cars pass you. You look up. The police cars disappear into the snow ahead of you.
A peripheral search of the remained of the cabin doesn't yield anything else useful and the cold is starting to bother you. You take a swig from the hip flask, the familiar warmth that accompanies the first taste of good spirits works it's way down your your throat. You feel a little better. Reaching down below the steering wheel you feel for the edge of the plastic cover panel. Wrapping your fingers around the edge, you give it a sharp tug and comes away easily. It only takes moments for you to rip away the simple cables connecting to the ignition, a small spark
