While they wash off the graffiti, I can't help but feel someone's watching me. Jean yells over, "Hey! You coming?" I wave, "Just a minute?" She yawns, "Hurry up, I need my sleep!" I look up on the roof above, a whiskey bottle lays on the ledge. Uhhhh, nope. We turn around, zoom to the truck and hop in. Fuck this scene, let's go right the fuck now.

For a moment, the streets are calm. Switch pokes, "The company that made me is Genesis Laboratories." A shiver goes down my spine while the driver smiles, "What is it? You look pale." I shake my head and grin, "Look ahead, pal." He jumps and brakes hard. Ahead are a series of trucks blocking the road ahead. Jean yells over the radio, *Why'd we stop?!* Cars start to block us from behind, I grab the radio, "Get a gun and call for backup, Jean!"

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One of the trucks' cargo doors slide open, revealing a machine gun. I duck and yell, "Take cover!"