| Status: | Finished |
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| Contains: | Figures, terrain, rules |
Project H is a modern skirmish game centering around non-military actions. In addition to figures, I'm doing city terrain and plan to write rules making this a complete game project.
I'm going to call this done. The rules are available at... hmmm, I still need to touch up the website.
I even got a few printed copies and prepared some additional support material.
Naturally, you can always paint more etc. but I think I'll just call this done when the support documents are ready. There's already way too many pictures on this page.
I decided to write my own rules because I have a very specific vision what I want out of this game and I felt no current rules really delivered that. I'm really not the habitual rules writer, usually I'm quite happy with published rules.
Here are some of the figures I've gathered for this project. So far there hasn't really been a thought-out plan, it's all just stuff I've collected during the years.
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| If I was any good, I would have painted him up as Tommy Lee Jones. But I'm not so generic white male will have to do. | Copplestone Future Warriors cops. I quite like these chaps. | Tried semi-realistics camo with these. |
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| Stalwart defenders of the homeland prepare to throw the imperialist pigs back into the sea. | A scoop in the making. | Citizen On Patrol! Hmmm... these look vaguely familiar... |
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| It helps that I bought that second set of colors, much more variety available. | I'm still struggling with large areas of bare skin. Maybe I should take anatomy classes or something... | Another SWAT group. These are actually identical to the gas mask guys except for the heads. |
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| Here are the new SWAT figures, plus some extras. These are all from TAG. |
Here are some staged action shots what the game could look like.
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| Surprise around the corner. | TAG 28mm masked somali with some imports. The figure would fit quite well as a bank robber or some such... | The firetruck is a really crappy toy (it's not even painted, all the color including the windows is just stickers), but it was dirt cheap and roughly in the right scale. I can probably make something of this. The question is should I keep it as a fire truck, or build it into a regular truck? Maybe both... |
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| The inspector in front of his shiny new Volvo. Well, a 2000 model anyways. | Now how do I scruff up those vehicles without having to completely repaint them? Maybe a touch of matt varnish and some drybrushing? | Not a whole lot to these -- just black spray and gray drybrush. Thought about giving it a gloss varnish to simulate wet rubber but didn't actually bother. |
Here's the first playtest session.
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| Initial setup with my new containers. | Ready to move out. | Hut hut hut! |
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| Negotiations. | Darn! It's the coppers. Scram! | Situation developing. |
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| Lanes of fire being laid out. | Close encounters. | Man down! |
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| This is what happens when you outrun your support... | Bad guy down! | Hmmm... the container is maybe a little too big after all... |
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| Where did I put all my grenades? | The getaway car. | We got to the getaway car! |
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| This guy wasn't so lucky... |
Here's the second playtest session.
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| I set up some indoor spaces for this playtest. | Another view of the setup. | There is something fishy going on here. |
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| The corner door is well camouflaged. | Ready to force entry. | The door is covered. |
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| Moving forward. | The door is covered, what will happen now? | The heisters move forward. |
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| The cops check out the Ferrari. | Boys in blue stack up behind the cars. | All angles are covered. |
Here's the third playtest session.
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| Noppa City Central Bank basement awaits intruders. | Looks like the Markkanen gang got the drop on the cops. | Markkanen advances in neat formation. |
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| Bluecoats disperse to set up perimeter defense. | Ok, this corridor is blocked pretty well. | Oopsie, my spidey-sense warns that someone is watching this corridor. |
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| Markkanen is set up pretty well, but someone has the bead on them. | The big man himself got the prize. | GRENADE!!! |
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| The cops got this side covered. | Looks like a bit of a deadlock... | The rearguard holds nicely. |
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| It's getting tight in here... | Ok, guys, we go through here.... | Flanking force on the way. |
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| Some game equipment. | I've got a surprise waiting for you... | Oopsie, not looking good for the boys in blue. |
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| On the other, Markkanen is pretty well pinned as well. | The final firefight. Markkanen gang manages to keep the cops down while they make their escape with the loot. |
Another playtest session. The rules are pretty much locked down, I just need to write more scenarios and other supplementary material.
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| The mall is quiet... for now. | Heisters appear around the corner. | Bodyguards get hit by the initial volley of fire. |
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| Heisters advance using the pillars for cover. | Ready to pop out and deliver vengeance. | The bodyguards take cover with the Jersey barrier. |
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| Innocent civilians. | The last bodyguard retreat to the corner. | Heisters going for the loot. |
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| Things are looking grim for the heister. | The last heister is cornered by two cops. |
Dice City financial institutions are in peril again! The nefarious Markkanen gang is at work.
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| Overhead view of the bank. | The staff seems more terrified than the customers. | It's a good thing the customers have a lot of experience with poles. |
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| The staff behind their desks. | Fear not, the law has arrived! | Dice City Dancing Girls' Pension Fund branch office is under siege! |
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| There is no way out for the nefarious criminals! | Getting ready to start the game. | The SWAT starts by chucking a teargas grenade in the doorway. |
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| SWAT team Bravo enters from the back alley. | Meanwhile, Markkanen is busy emptying the safe. | Mr. Pennilä is thirsty and retreats to the cola machine. |
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| That's a big pile of aim right there... | ...and poof she goes! The assault is on! | Markkanen gets help emptying the safe. Why do these people have their savings in one dollar bills? |
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| Team Bravo moves in. | Pennilä is holed up right next to the loan applicant interview machine. | The corner is well covered as the police move in. |
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| Getting ready to assault. | Looking for a clear lane of fire. Too many civilians around... | Crowding around the safe. |
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| Things are looking hot for Mr. Pennilä. | He chucks a grenade, but it bounces back from the filing cabinet! Oopsie! | Intense firefight in the corridor. |
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| Pennilä is wounded and decides to surrender. | The getaway van finally arrives! | Markkanen moves out with the cash. |
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| Pennilä has succeeded. Even though he ended up getting caught, he slowed the SWAT teams down and allowed his partners in crime to escape. | Markkanen jumps into the van and speeds away. | Too little, too late. The SWAT are too late to stop the escape. |
The Heist narrative campaign Dead Lead kicks off with a blast!
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| The criminals are escaping! | And another aerial recon photo. | The secondary pickup van will meet the criminals at the small roadside donut shop. |
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| All is quiet so far. | Criminals getting ready to break out. | And they are off! It will be a deadly race to the finish! |
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| Cops surveilling the situation. | We need to catch those guys! | We really need to get out of here. |
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| Ready to move out. | Ok, you go, I cover. | The criminals race off. |
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| The long road to freedom. | Do they really think they can get out without firing a shot? | Almost there, it's just across that road! |
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| Brave cops flanking the criminal positions. | More cops arriving. | Driving straight ahead to cut off the criminal element. |
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| Oopsie, they've caught up with us! | Someone's watching the corner. | Deadly game of hide and seek inside the building. |
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| Trying to get out of a sticky situation. | When all else fails, run like heck! | So near, yet so far away. |
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| The officer is caught in crossfire. | Death lurks around the corner. | The police come under fire. |
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| It's Sgt. Kauhanen to the rescue! | Things are getting sticky here, and it's not just the donuts. | Firefight continues. |
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| There's just too many of them! | Sneaking around. | Hey guys, I'm still back here and they're still shooting at me! |
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| Ready to ride on! | Sgt. Kauhanen arrives at the scene. | The wounded perp retreats into the stairwell. |
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| But the brave officer is caught in a deadly crossfire! | Argh! They got me! | Holding on, but for how long? |
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| The cops have closed off the street. | Waiting for the getaway car to arrive. | This wouldn't be so bad if they weren't about to be shot in the back... |
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| The SWAT team arrives! | Roadblock is still effective. | This is really starting to go south. Hey, let's try throwing grenades, that always works! |
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| Reload break. | Officer down, officer down! | Gotcha! |
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| More police arrive at the scene. | That's what happens when you play with grenades... | The grenade goes wide. |
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| Mr. K and Mr. L manage to enter the getaway van. | The van takes heavy punishiment, but remains barely drivable. | They ain't getting out from here! |
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| The end is coming for these guys. | Mr. L is wounded, but the dynamic duo manages to escape. | Those perps are well and truly covered. |
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| Still quiet at this end. | The rest of the criminals are rounded up as the van rides off into the sunset. | One of the officers got wounded. |
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| Surprisingly few casualties in this close range firefight. | I'll move out soon, really! Right after I finish this donut. | The final perp is caught. |
It's that time of the year at the Dice City First Mutual again! Mr. K is about to make a withdrawal.
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| Dice City First Mutual. The pension funds are at risk yet again! | The lone security guard looks after the safe. | The staff and customers in the weekly hostage drill. |
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| Some clients wander in the main hall. | The business booming. | Even the local youth frequents this fine establishment. |
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| Serving the distinguished clientele. | A business negotiation taking place, no doubt. | Wait, what! THIS IS A ROBBERY! |
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| All hell breaks loose! | The employee lounge. | The boys in blue are here! |
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| Mr. K checks out the safe. | No lady, keep your money. We're here for the bank's money. Would you like to make a deposit? | I see some! |
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| Watching the entrance. | These guys are some cool dudes... | All ready to fill out the forms. |
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| The modern age invades even this fine establishment. | Retreat in progress. | This column would surely crumble if I wasn't holding it up. |
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| Hey kids, we're having a shootout here. Would you mind turning it down a little bit? | Cool discussion in the middle of a heated firefight. | Ammo running low... |
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| It ain't here either! Darn! | Look lady, there's going to be shooting soon. Would you mind? | Still retreating... |
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| You're not leaving me behind! | Buzz off, we're shooting here! | The heroic guard gets winged. |
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| They are still at it. | And not here either! The old coot must have taken it! | Hmmm... this looks like a nice desk. |
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| Mr. L seeks a new position. | Covering the corner. | I hate this waiting! |
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| They're still at it. | The guard makes it to a desk job. | Still holding up the place. |
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| Oh no. IT'S A TRAP!!! | BOOM!!! | She took the smart choice. |
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| Mr. L comes under withering fire. | One of the SWAT officers is winged. | Ha-haa! Gotcha! |
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| I'm almost sure standing out here in the open may not be the best possible idea. | Laying down some heavy fire. | The flanking party approaches. |
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| They've got me pinned down here! | Mr. L is in dire straights. | And more cops arrive on the scene! |
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| Argh! Mr. L goes down. | Seeking a better position. | Eek! They shot that nice man in a blue suit! |
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| Seriously, get lost. It's not safe here. | The retaliation is swift, terrible and horribly inaccurate... | Using the marble columns for cover. |
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| Still a bit winded. | Hahaa! They won't see me coming! | Look, I'm a little busy here! |
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| Things are getting sticky. | If you don't have any ammo, get lost already! | Mr. L is down for the count. |
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| Tactical advancement. | More SWAT sneaking up. | Things are really heating up now. |
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| Argh! And only two more weeks to retirement! | Some people have just no sense of self-preservation. | The accusing finger points. |
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| Mr. K retreats to the final position. | Yes dear, there is a police officer behind that column. | You have to pick the right moment to move out. |
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| It's a veritable swarm of bluejays! | And our intrepid hero still advances! | Is the break already over? |
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| Getting ready for the final assault. | Hmmm... that sofa sure looks nice. | Ok, men. On my mark... |
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| Hey! No clients on this side of the desk! | The getaway car finally arrives. | Things are looking grim. |
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| Pinned down... | Run like heck! | Wait for me! Argh!! |
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| Running out of ammo. | Traffic jam. | Another view of the main hall. |
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| Pinned down and ammo running low. Not looking good... | CHARGE! | Quick, get the heck outta here! |
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| Hmmm... maybe I should go with the boys after all? | Kauhanen arrives on the scene. | The mad dash to stop the escape. |
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| You're still here? Are you totally nuts? | The van is riddled with bullets. | Hit it!!! |
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| Lining up to get a shot off. | Heroic mad dash, but a little too late! | The clients scatter. |
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| He's taking it coolly... | The casualty. | Dice City PD saves the day again! |
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| This is a good spot... hey, they got a great savings plan here! | Criminals posing after successful escape. | Sgt. Kauhanen is furious. |
The shocking season finale: Will Mr. K and Mr. L escape?
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| The traffic slows to a stop. | Another overhead view. | People are waiting for the bus. |
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| The snack stand -- even the local media is there! | Tasty beverages are on offer too. | Premium online banking services are available. |
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| O-oh, this looks bad. | The youth frequent the video games. | Cops manning the roadblock. |
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| The hero of our story. | The kids are oblivious. | Hmmm... service down? |
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| Enjoy Red Star Cola, the official Taste of Communism! | It's looking bad from this end. | A freak accident closes the retreat. |
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| A truck overturns and crushes a spanking new Lamborghini! | Heisters moving forward in the traffic. | This is a tight spot. |
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| Hummer goes anywhere it wants to. | Still waiting for the 1-2-3 line. | Honey, would you buy me cola? I'm thirsty... |
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| The police pursuit gets stuck. | Roadblock. | Withering fire is targeted on the escape vehicle. |
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| The mercs debus to deal with the problem. | Mr. K and Mr. L cover the angles. | Oh no, the we're stuck in traffic! |
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| Mr. K favors Subaru steel for protection. | The cops are pinned down. | The pursuit is pinned as well. |
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| Officer down! | Hahaa! Gotcha! | Mr. L provides covering fire. |
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| The cops move to a better position. | Should we move? | The cops try to shoot back. |
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| Stay back or stay dead! | Mr. L advances carefully. | A nice spot to reload. |
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| The cops are still stuck at the roadblock. | Orderly retreat proceeds. | The damn kids wouldn't get out of the way... |
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| They still have no idea what's going on. | The hero advances. | Buddy, I got you covered... hey, buddy? |
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| Finally ready to move on. | A few bursts to keep their heads down, then head out. | The cops sneak closer. |
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| Mr. L enters the terminal. | I hope you didn't scratch that Porsche! | The driver is not so lucky... |
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| The roadblock still holds. | Getting ready for an arrest. | I ain't going to prison! |
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| The end is nigh... | Meanwhile, the bus arrives. | People start to move towards the platform. |
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| Mr. L wants a ride too. | Augh! I'm hit! | Get a move on! We're leaving... |
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| Hey guys, don't leave me! | Still pinned down. | Covering the rear. |
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| We might make it out... | A risky move, but it pays off... | The driver is caught in crossfire. |
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| Even the SWAT makes an appearance. | The bluejays are taking this one slow and easy... | He's dead, Jim... |
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| This isn't going to end well for someone... | Meanwhile the rest of the gang continue their flight. | Augh! I'm hit! |
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| Get off the highway! | Hold the bus. | We've got a few more coming. |
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| Yes, I've got a 12 gauge universal pass, all zones. | Still no service? | The heroine saves the day. |
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| Give up! | Argh! | Sporadic longe range fire keeps the reinforcements at bay... |
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| Wait, I'm not dead? | More SWAT arrive on the scene. | Stay down! |
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| The heroine saves the day! | Ok, we're outta here! | The bus is leaving. |
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| The cops chase after it, but too late. | Hmmmm... this Volvo has a busted light. I better write him a ticket about that. | Gathering confidence to proceed. |
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| Maybe we could call this a win? | Hey guys, what's up? | Dang, too late! |
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| Well, we got one. | Bye bye! |
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