Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170210035134/@comment-30700719-20170219142318

"Kyle, Terry, Alex, Phillip, Harold, I've got eyes on them! Turn around and head back to the house! Don't worry about me!" I say into the radio, hoping that A; their car actually has a radio, and B; the sandstorm isn't blocking the signals. I keep heading towards the three, at about 150kph. "These Striker Units are incredible!" I say to myself.  I twist my head around. A figure is flying towards the sandstorm.