Fallout: Caribbean
14:32 Hours, May 29, 2790 (Military Calendar),Miami, Florida, USA
"Hit the gas! Drive!"
Matt yanked the stick to drive and floored the accelerator, sending their refurbished Corvega shooting down the cracked road. Thanks to the steel behemoth's 800 horsepower, nuclear-fueled reactor power source, the car built up from zero to sixty in a little more than half a second. Matt leveled out at 120 mph - along the cracked and broken roads of what used to be a district in Miami, this was the fastest Matt could safely handle the car.
Jamie, riding shotgun, was booting up a street map on a small, modified computer they had installed on the car's dash while balancing an R91 assault rifle across his lap. "Where are we headed?"
"Away from here." Matt grunted, tight-lipped, as he swerved to avoid a deep fissure in the pulverized asphalt.
Jamie looked over. "Purely genius. Never would've figured that out by myse-"
Matt swung the car around again, sending Jamie crashing into the window. "Sorry. And we need to get out of town."
With a sigh, Jamie righted himself and plotted a course to their hideout. "We need to pick up some supplies first. We'll stop by the hideout and maybe find a place in the city-"
"Miami's way too hot right now. Luna will have men posted everywhere within the next twenty minutes. I'm thinking we grab our gear and find a boat on the docks." Matt cut him off.
"We're running away?"
"Tactical retreat. That damn Cuban has around 300 men on his payroll.
