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Moment of Awesome - Nina Thurman/Domino Under fire from a sniper bent on preventing Kevin Sydney and Domino leaving, Domino does what she does best - she trusts her luck. "Aw, crud." Dom's sidearm was out in an instant and she dropped the can she had been lugging towards the gap in the wall. "Bets on it being an ice cream truck? I could really do with a double-dip cone right about now." She sized up the distance of the other car from the hangar, the speed it was travelling at, the amount of stuff they had to load. Then she cursed. "We're not gonna get all of this in in time. What's our priority here?" "As far as I can tell, It's all worthless." Kevin said, stuffing the sheets in his hands into his pocket. The jeep turned sideways and another dust trail started from it, coming directly in on them. "Shit, that sniper is setting up. Let's get what we can to the-" Kevin was cut off at the crack of a rifle and their jeep jumped at the impact of the round. The front started hissing steam. "Ok, new plan. Do you want to die first or go after me?" "How about none of the above?" Another bullet pelted the ground not far from their feet. "Fuck. Okay. They obviously want this stuff, otherwise why wait for us to lead them here? So if we can't have it... why should they?" "Unless you brought a bag of C4, I don't know how we stop it before that woman gets here." Kevin was taking careful aim from the doorway, firing at the streak that was closing on their location. "C'mon, where's your positive thinking?" Dom was glancing around, her mind racing as she weighed up their options. They were, quite frankly, shit. Oh well. "Cover me!" With that shouted instruction she took off towards the Jeep, wrenching open the door and throwing herself behind the wheel while her heart thudded rapidly. The engine protested loudly when she turned the key but after several choice words decided to turn over and the vehicle groaned its way towards the hangar as Dom ducked behind the dash. The ground was littered with old parts and potholes; between that and the juddering engine (and the impending death) it was far from the most comfortable twenty feet she had ever travelled, but at least she got there in one piece. She nosed the Jeep as close to the hole in the wall as she could and then slithered out, keeping the vehicle between herself and the sniper as she got to work exposing the fuel line. Kevin moved behind her, firing quick bursts as the woman got closer. "Oh good. I thought blowing ourselves up was our best option." He said, almost manically. A shot went past him, close enough that the transit of the high velocity round stirred his hair. It slammed into the door at the back of the hanger, smashing it open. Kevin ducked back, looking through the door. "You have to be fucking kidding me..." Through the door, he could see the fuselage of an old prop plane. Dom worked furiously, all her attention on the fuel line and the knife she was using to sever it and then on the lighter she fished out of her pocket. The petrol sloshed out of the line in a spreading pool across the pitted tarmac, filling the muggy air with acrid fumes. It felt odd ignoring the impending mutant who was surely intent on ripping their legs off, not to mention not flinching from the sniper's attacks, but she couldn't spare the attention off her task. And besides, that was what Syd was there for. Her partner, the guy who had her back. Despite the fact that they couldn't have been more oddly matched than if Hollywood was trying to make a sitcom out of it she knew she could rely on him not to throw her to the dogs if the shit hit the fan. Or however that saying went.