*From Achilles*
From outside the vehicle, you hear Acidic's muffled voice saying, " [to
 Achilles]: We need some c4."
You say, "Sorry about that.. had a little trouble. But I'm ready to rock."
You see an ATV approaching from up the street.
The weapon system intones, "Target acquisition and lock on < Heavy
 Transport >."
You ask, "Are we ready?"
From outside the vehicle, you hear Achilles's muffled voice saying,
 "Hehe, I suppose."
From outside the vehicle, you hear Achilles's muffled voice saying, "
 [to Outlaw]: I can't shoot."
The weapon system intones: "Unable to fire, not a valid target."
Outlaw is attacking Heavy Transport outside the vehicle!
NCSP Hummer triggers a spray of slugs from its .50 cal machinegun that sparks
 and knocks shards of metal off the Heavy Transport's side.
Empty shell casings clatter against the roof as the .50 cal machinegun
 fires a volley of rounds!
From outside the vehicle, you hear Outlaw's muffled voice saying, "let
 her rip!"
NCSP Hummer's .50 cal machinegun fires a burst that punches a large hole
 in the side of the Heavy Transport.
Empty shell casings clatter against the roof as the .50 cal machinegun
 fires a volley of rounds!
The stuttering burst from NCSP Hummer's .50 cal machinegun bounces off
 the Heavy Transport's exterior.
Empty shell casings clatter against the roof as the .50 cal machinegun
 fires a volley of rounds!
The burst from NCSP Hummer's .50 cal machinegun blows a series of
 smoking holes through Heavy Transport's side.
Tracers blast from the .50 cal machinegun's muzzle as it fires!
You see a Neon Hovercab approaching from up the street.
You exclaim, "Blow up, damn you!"
You see Achilles move out of your range of vision through the windows.
The hail of bullets from NCSP Hummer's .50 cal machinegun bounces off
 the Heavy Transport's exterior.
Tracers blast from the .50 cal machinegun's muzzle as it fires!
You see Outlaw move out of your range of vision through the windows.
NCSP Hummer fires its .50 cal machinegun at the Heavy Transport, but the
 stuttering burst richochets away harmlessly.
Empty shell casings clatter against the roof as the .50 cal machinegun
 fires a volley of rounds!
Fuel begins leaking from the Heavy Transport as NCSP Hummer's .50 cal
 machinegun hail of bullets shatters the exterior paneling.
Tracers blast from the .50 cal machinegun's muzzle as it fires!
A Neon Hovercab drives away down the street and disappears in traffic.
You exclaim, "Oh yeah!"
The spray of slugs from NCSP Hummer's .50 cal machinegun blows a smoking
 hole right through the Heavy Transport.
The entire NCSP Hummer shakes as the .50 cal machinegun fires a long
 burst.
( Outside: Onlookers flee in terror as shrapnel and debris explodes from
 the shattered remains of a Heavy Transport. )
You see Outlaw move into your range of vision through the windows.
From outside the vehicle, you hear Outlaw's muffled voice saying,
"wooooo!"
From outside the vehicle, you hear Outlaw's muffled voice saying, "yeah
 bitch!"
You unlock the doors to NCSP Hummer.
From outside the vehicle, you hear Outlaw's muffled voice saying, "thats
 what you get for taking whast mine!"
You open the door and climb out.
Corner of Shi'in and Weishaupt (in New Carthage)
Humming forests of antennas and microwave relay towers bristle from
 copper-and-black skyscrapers. Hundred-meter lightboards shower you with
 media logos as the satcomm dishes swivel like foil sunflowers, pulling
 electrons out of the sky. Data, and money and power, crackles in the air like
 ozone. Towering, cosmetically optimized faces are reading the evening news on
 every lightboard, in fifty languages.
You can cross the street north, the street takes a turn to the east, and
 the street heads away west.  The entrance to the NCI building lies south.
It is now winter.
A fume-laden wind is blowing the rain in sheets.
Storm the Terrible is sitting on ATV.
A NCSP Hummer is parked here.
You see the wreckage of a Heavy Transport on the sidewalk.
Outlaw (CAPSUL) is not looking like himself anymore.
Outlaw takes a few final shots at the truck.
Outlaw spits on the wreckage, "N --- C ---- R ---- G!!"
You lock the doors to NCSP Hummer.
You say, "No shit man. Glad I could help."
Outlaw slams you a mean high-five!
Outlaw [to Doyle]: you rule! and are in my books under kickass!
Doyle [to Outlaw]: heh heh, hows that for tough?
You grin mischievously.
Outlaw slams Storm a mean high-five!

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