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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 off in the distance causes Jorge roll his eyes—flicking the ticking watching in his hands to catch the time.
"They're late." He huffs
Brenda sniffles as she shifts her watch to check the time, narrowing her eyes as she brings the limb down.
A loud train horn echoing through the distance causes the two to share a grin before lifting their weapons up and getting ready.
"Here we go!"
Jorge starts the engine as Brenda clicks her gun off safety, watching as the man closes the rusty metal in the window.
The two share a glance before Jorge steps on the gas, sending the vehicle forward as it kicks up the yellow sand behind it.
The off terrain vehicle jumps over a small cliff and skids to the side, turning as it follows along side the train whizzing beside it.
Jorge stomps his foot on the gas—pushing the vehicle even faster as it passes two rusted containers. The man speeds past the numerous train cars as he finally approaches the front of the train—quickly flickering his eyes between the train engine and the rough terrain in front of him.
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