Rico’s vision started to blur at the edges. He hated this part. Not the danger—danger was his business partner. It was the indignity. He was the Scorpion, the agent of chaos who had toppled a dozen dictators. And yet here he was, being choked by a video game mechanic because he wanted a free ride.
He had a choice. Cut the line, fall into the ravine, and watch the general escape. Or do something stupid. bolopatch just cause 2
With of air left, he reeled himself up the cable hand-over-fist, ignoring the burn in his arms and the cartoonish wheeze coming from his own throat. He slammed against the limo’s trunk, gasping. The red light on his wrist flickered, then died. OXYGEN: 0. The screen flashed CRITICAL . Rico’s vision started to blur at the edges
He fired his grappling hook. The line snagged the limo’s rear bumper with a metallic clink . And then he was flying. It was the indignity
Rico swerved, hit the gas, and bailed out at the last second, letting the unmanned vehicle careen off a cliff. He deployed his parachute, drifting down toward the winding mountain road below. He landed softly, rolled twice, and found himself staring at the general’s limousine as it sped past, its rear tires mere inches from his face.
