The civilian attempted to climb into the cab on the passenger's side, likely to retake the truck or protest, but an iron grip ripped the man from the step to the curb with a casual grace. 

"You can bill the city," Quintus remarked loud enough for him to hear as Molly cranked the engines to life. He gave a sardonic smile for the lie, and they were already a dozen meters away before he even closed the door and settled into the seat. Molly had that look in her eyes, something Quintus had only just gotten used to. It meant despite the insane stunts that were about to be pulled, the worst you would lose would be your lunch. She was good; far better than she had any right to be. Luck or skill, it would run out someday, but Quintus liked taking chances. 

He double checked the magazine on his heavy blaster, sliding the mag back in with practiced ease before rolling down the window. Wind buffeted their hair in a whirring torrent, Quintus holding onto the sturdy handhold as he planted his rump on the sill of the window, using the rear-view mirror as a makeshift stand to steady his aim. "Try to keep it steady!" He called to Molly, knowing she was prone to make wild turns at the drop of a hat. He closed one eye as they careened around a corner, this turn he expected, and as the gods had it, they came into line behind none other than Cho-Tyrek. He'd been a pain in their ass for too long. 

Quintus approximated his shot, and fired. 


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Quintus shoots and rolls [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28560]2,3,5[/url]
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