Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-25924729-20160419130252

"What's going on," Vale answered dryly, "is that stealth has failed. So we'll have to improvise... Fire boy, stop whining and cut the fuel lines!" she barked.

Kinaver looked hurt by her rudeness, but obeyed, grumbling a little to himself. Once she smelled acrid gasoline in the vehicle, Vale gunned the engine, fishtailing the APC wildly. She then hit a button midspin, opening the back hatch. Inertia did the rest, and the other three unprepared occupants went flying.

Vale held on, aimed the truck at the tank, stabbed an explosive bolt into the dashboard for good measure and slammed the gas pedal, before jumping out herself. She hit the ground in a roll, and curled into a ball to protect herself. Not a moment too soon, as both vehicles exploded in a spectacular mushroom cloud.

Bits of scrap metal and sand peppered the group as they recovered. A constant hum rang in Vale's left ear, and her back was badly singed, but the girl was still very much alive. As she staggered upright, Vale noticed Valka glaring at her accusingly, and explained. "That blast should convince them we're dead, and wipe out any witnesses. Or it will serve as a distraction long enough for us to sneak inside the town, the classic way."