( this would be significantly easier if they were just on a goddamn bike. a truck's significantly harder to try and hide, especially with all the noise coming from the back and the guns shooting at them. jason keeps watch from the corner of his eyes, waits until tim's back inside the window before he's yanking up the parking break at the same moment his foot shoves the gas pedal down to the ground. something's beeping at him, but he doesn't give a shit. they turn into a thin, dark alley full of businesses recycling trash cans which are no match for the shitty box truck that's getting the hell scratched out of it at this point. he pulls up the parking break. there's no upcoming turns to get out of the alley, which is just fine with jason. it means there's no way for them to get in front of them unless they speed ahead to the end, and jason--has a plan for that.
it was an ill-advised one, but it wouldn't be a tim and jason excursion if they weren't being reckless. the hand not holding tight onto the steering wheel gestures ahead, where there's a small little walkway leading out to the right. not big enough for their truck or any vehicle running on more than two wheels. )
Got any smoke bombs? ( he's not waiting for an answer, because tim always comes prepared, that's his thing. ) I'm gonna need you to set 'em off, 'bout five seconds or so before my window lines up with that alley.
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it was an ill-advised one, but it wouldn't be a tim and jason excursion if they weren't being reckless. the hand not holding tight onto the steering wheel gestures ahead, where there's a small little walkway leading out to the right. not big enough for their truck or any vehicle running on more than two wheels. )
Got any smoke bombs? ( he's not waiting for an answer, because tim always comes prepared, that's his thing. ) I'm gonna need you to set 'em off, 'bout five seconds or so before my window lines up with that alley.