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Post by jackcossack on Jan 20, 2014 8:08:53 GMT -5
Loud crash could be heard. A titanium grey Alfa Romeo 159 has driven through the dimensional rip, located 2 meters above the ground and closed the rip. The car stopped, the airbags went off, the engine got turned off, and somewhat tall man, in a black hoodie, light blue jeans, a bit torn sneakers, and with face covered in bandanas has opened the door and exited the vehicle.
The guy's name was Trevor. Trevor Parker, to be exact. He was in middle of pursuit with the organisation that tormented him, when a rip appeared in his world. He wondered a bit why no one has seen portals like that one before, but then he realised the role of people chasing him.
Now, with time to just stand and look around, he inspected the car he was driving. More accurately, he looked for the damage.
-bumper, destroyed. Front fascia, destroyed, left quarterpanel, bent, but repairable. Right quarterpanel, damaged beyond repair - He mumbled to himself without even moving from his position. He simply scanned the Italian automobile. - front tyres, blown, both. Rims, ok. frame, repairable. Engine, ok. Electrics, few wires severed. Front suspension, drivable but needs repair. Fuel pipe, leaking. Radiator, needs replacing. Overall damage, substantial, but repairable with parts.
Then he looked around... Just where was he?
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