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10-21-2003, 01:29 PM
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The van stops outside a Garage.

Lloyd: Sorry about this guys, we're running a bit low on gas and Cigerettes...

The driver gets out of the door and starts to fill the Van up with fuel. A few seconds later shots sounds from across the street. and a bullet pierces a hole in the van Joey and Robby rush to the window to see what's going on.

They see three sligs, wearing black suits, all firing at the van.

Lloyd: Stay down.. Kloon Hitmen...

Lloyd runs out of the van to get the driver back in, but finds only his corpse. Robby and Joey sprint round the back of the van next to Lloyd.

Lloyd: They're going to switch to heavy ordinance in a sec, typical Kloon tatics, we're going to need to get as far away from this garage as possible, before we're part of the newest crater on oddworld...

Robby and Joey load their weapons.

Lloyd: Give me some covering fire, when i get to the nearest house, I'll provide support.

Robby and Joey lean around either side of the van and spray the sligs with fire. The first bullet Joey fires strikes a slig between the eyes sending him to the floor. The other two dive for cover behind a car.

Lloyd: Wish me luck...

Lloyd runs across the large span of the garage bullets striking the floor beneath his feet, he dives over a picket fence to saftey.

Suddenly the drivers cell phone rings. Robby bends down to answer it.

Robby: Hello?

Voice: Lloyd is safe, if you run you won't be. Stay there, they won't get a chance to fire that Rocket they're preparing...

The phone then cuts out, Robby pockets it for later.He then peers around the side of the van to see a long tube resting apon the bonnet of the car. In the second in which Robby blinks, the sligs are laying apon the floor with huge gashes up their backs, the sort unable to be caused by anything but a sword.