Hare vs Turtle with Gun

Dean manoeuvres his truck to the side as Sampson's gunner shoots the tires out of a nearby car, sending it spinning into their path. They barely avoid it and can't help but look through the mirrors as the unfortunate racer collides headfirst with a brick wall, undoubtedly dying or getting crippled.

"That prick Sampson!" Claire scowls, leaning out the window and firing her rifle, trying to clip their tires. Their car was fortified enough that any glancing shot on its exterior would do little to nothing, not unless she brought something much bigger... But that, she was keeping that handy in case those newbies with the tank managed to catch up.

"Just keep calm and aim steady, we're coming up on Hardgreaves Street, use the hard corner to catch 'em with their window down." he assures.

"Only if you sideswipe them if we get the chance." Claire grins, leaning back to grab a submachine gun. Technically less accurate, but more if you fire enough lead. "Duck!" she abruptly shouts, spotting a car pulling up on them.

Dean does as he's told, putting his forehead on the wheel as Claire fires over him at the other car. The enemy gunner fires back in response but she manages to hit his arm, forcing him to drop his weapon onto the road.

"Ha! Shoot us with what NOW bitch!?" Claire shouts with glee, but her face falls as the guy flips her the bird and grabs what looked like a grenade launcher from the backseat. "SHIT!"

Dean hits the brakes hard, causing the grenade to shoot past their car and into the side of a bus station. The structure creaks eerily and soon gives out, dropping in front of some other racers who scramble to avoid it... Most don't, crashing into it at a full ninety MPH.

"Take those psychos out already!" Dean urges as the car in front of them slows for another attack.

"On it!" Claire nods, climbing half out of the car and sitting on the window to aim over the roof. With that advantage, she fires a shot that barely misses the driver but hits the base of their steering wheel, knocking something loose.

The guy frantically twists the wheel as his car starts to drift off the road, but doesn't have to sense to brake or slow down as they slam headfirst into some pawnshop.

*Bang!*

Claire yelps as she feels a bullet enter her side, dropping back into the car as Dean warily glances at her, "You alright!?"

"Yeah, just keep going! Nothing fatal." she states, stuffing the new wound gauze and wrapping it tightly.

The race continues, and they manage to catch up to Sampson just before the hard corner. The Militech cronie slams his car into the side of another, sending it skittering down a random side road, but he doesn't notice Dean and Claire barreling towards him.

"Eat lead you fuck!" Claire roars as the truck drifts around the corner, firing Sampson as he hurriedly tries to shut his window. Cracks form in it as bullets bounce off, but one manages to hit, striking him in the shoulder.

"You bitch!" he shouts in response, sharply turning his wheels and clipping the back of their truck.

Dean almost loses control of the car, but manages to correct their course. He does growl under his breath as Sampson's gunner peppers their front windscreen, almost cracking it enough that they couldn't see anything.

*Wilhelm scream!*

*BOOM!*

Both Dean and Sampson look over their shoulders at the racket, quickly spotting the cause. The tank from earlier had just crashed two cars off of the road, its machine guns blaring as it gunned down anyone stupid enough to get close to it.

"Holy shit! It's comin' right for us!" Dean shouts, slamming the pedal to the floor despite the slight corner they were approaching.

"Don't worry! I've got something just for it!" Claire states, grabbing it and leaning out the window... Aiming the rocket launcher at them. She hadn't thought they'd need to use it, but now was a good a time as any. "TAKE THIS YOU DAMN CHEATERS!"

*Thwoom!*

*BOOOM!*

The rocket hits the tank dead on and unleashes a huge explosion that rocks the area, covering everything near in smoke. She was going to breathe a breath of relief at hitting it, but faltered when the tank shot out of the smoke almost completely unharmed.

The front bonnet had a slight dent in it along with some sut, but that was all... The machine guns on it hummed as they aimed at them, lasers targeting them through the back window...

Dean hits the brakes hard, almost stopping completely and allowing the tank to zoom past them. In the distance, he could see Sampson doing the same, unwilling to die just to qualify for a race. Both drivers look at each other through their windows and give slight nods, acknowledging that the first place was temporarily unavailable... Racing for second was good enough though.

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"Wait, are we in first place...?" Ori asks, not seeing any cars in front of them anymore.

"Looks like it... I didn't even have to do anything." Sasha murmurs to herself.

Rebecca leans back in her chair and kicks her feet up onto the dashboard, "Just cruise it til the finish line... I wonder if there'll be another qualifier or not. We did kill most of the other racers..."

Shrugging, Ori does just that, rolling to a stop at the finish line as the spectator's boo and berate them. None of the group gave a crap though, as long as they got the money nothing else mattered.

Two minutes later the other drivers finally arrived, Sampson barely edging out Dean and Claire through the finish line.

"Haha! How about that Dean! I told you, you'll always be second place!"

"You're second place right now you slack-jawed strudel! In case you forgot!" Dean spits back, bringing a scowl to Sampson's lips. He stomps out of his car and marches towards the tank, as if he were about to start a fistfight with it.