You peek ahead in front of you as Big Samson drives ever nearer to the shootout.
Low Life is being hotly pursued by the police, his car swerving and careening across the road, spinning out of control and nearly smashing into other cars. The license plate has been ripped off by a collision and the bumpers are mangled. Some of the police cars begin pulling in front of him to block off his escape.
Even as his car drifts wildly across the road, Low Life is still leaning out the window, firing frenzied haphazard shots at the police cruisers.
<YOU AIN’T TAKIN’ ME ALIVE NIGGGAAAAAA!! I AIN’T NEVER GOIN’ BACK!
His teeth are gritted in a snarl as he struggles to restrain the car.
As the other officers return fire, a masked officer pops out from the window and with superhuman grace fires a single shot towards him.
Low Life blinks for a moment, and then realizes he no longer has a hand.
<FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!! GODDAMNIT!! BASTARDS!
<THEY GOT THE FUCKIN’ SWAT TEAM MANE! FUCK!
He ducks back into the car, wrapping his mangled hand in his shirt to stem the bleeding. He clenches his jaw, sucking in air.
