Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151006203815/@comment-24849899-20151010182741

(Sorry for my absense, being a cop has it's risks, in other words, I got in the leg, I'm okay, nothing fatal.)

Manny: SHIT! Everyone get out!

Then all surviving SWAT members escape the vehicle.

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There was a boy in a muscle car with his friends dressed up in rather outdated surplus military equipment holdin what seems to be household assault rifles. They looked high school age, ranging from 15 to 18.

The youngest member, named Dylan, spoke up.

Dylan: Hey Tom, those officers are in trouble, what do we do?

Tom, the oldest, 18, responded.

Tom: Were goin down there.

Then the middle member, who was 16, names Clayton rebuttled...

Clayton: Are you crazy? That motorbike SOB just blew that blast door. We might as well be shooting airsoft guns at him.

Another young member, who was 15, named Scott, spoke up...

Scott: We might as well help them out, be a distraction for them to get away at least.

Tom spoke up...

Tom: Alright, we've been looking for action, so let's not make this opportunity slip away, and guys? "For mankind and America!"

All: For mankind and America!

They started what appears to be a 1970's mustang, it's powerful engine roaring as Tom reved the gas pedal. Then they went off the exit ramp and into the main highway.

Tom: Hold on boys!

Tom switched it into second gear and he was going REALLY fast, just before the detective could turn around, his motorcycle was rear ended sending Neil and the Detective flying, but not enough to cause fatal injuries.

Then Dylan and Scott, armed with hunting rifles, were busy shooting Thunder down, while Tom and Clayton armed AR-15's walked towards the two and aimed their rifles at them.

Dylan: American anti monster high school resistance! Do not move or we will shoot!