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Both men exit the car in unison, sidearms leveled at the wreckage. As the heavy smoke clears, the figure in the trench coat crawls from the debris, reaching desperately for the prototype rifle. Kelson swiftly kicks the weapon out of reach, while Savage stands over the suspect, adjusting his aviators. OF - Rick Kelson & Mac Savage.mp4
Next to him, Mac Savage is reloading a heavy revolver. Mac is the loose cannon, a guy who wears Hawaiian shirts under a Kevlar vest and thinks "property damage" is just a suggestion. They are chasing a van through the neon-soaked rain of Industrial District 4. To explore a different version of this story,
Kelson slams the gear shift. The car lunges forward, closing the gap. Savage leans out the window, wind whipping his hair, and fires three perfectly placed rounds into the van’s rear tire. Next to him, Mac Savage is reloading a heavy revolver
"Kelson, if we flip this thing, I’m not filling out the paperwork," Mac yells over the roar of the engine.
Savage looks at the rain-slicked pavement and shrugs. "Retirement didn't take. Too much quiet, not enough paperwork."