[b]THE ROAD
6:36 PM[/b]

"Looks like the war starts now! Suppose it figures you'd go gunning for a big shot like me, huh?!" The truck driver cackled with a certain mad glee. Let these Iconoclasts come after him with all the could muster, he'd shove every single one of their toys up their asses ad out their mouths. He set his truck into high gear as it tore up the road. He checked his rear view mirror, counting a few pursuers, two on bikes and one pickup. And the pickup was the only one taking shots right now. 

Big Rig considered his options. He could probably send a little explosive surprise down one of the pipes and that might hit the pickup, that thing was his biggest problem at present. Nah, that would never work, they'd probably miss it by the narrowest of narrow margins. And if these guys WERE prepared, they probably had something awaiting him up ahead. Big Rig knew this road, the chances of splitting off of it were slim to none, roads were too small. So whatever was up ahead, he'd need to be ready for it. He needed to lose the pickup as fast as possible. Once the gunner was down, he could access his mortar cannon on the roof and maybe take out whatever was lying in wait up ahead. Alright, good plan. He could just cut ad run, but if these guys were so foolhardy to try their luck against him, he'd pay them back and then some. 

Big Rig wavered for a little, swerving over the road while as his truck took a few hits from behind, the armour plating would hold against moderate gunfire, but even now a little checklist in his head was racking up for repairs he'd have to make. Once he was on the left side, right in front of one of the bikes, he slammed on the brakes as his truck would rocket backward. With any luck, he'd run that pathetic two wheeled excuse for a machine over. Even if he didn't, he could get behind the pickup and let the machine guns in the truck's grille deal with them.