Wasteland's truck is something to behold. It's almost a piece of Seattle history. That's how Wasteland's crew got started. They'd drive the bloody thing through walls and take a store for everything they owned, tills, safes, everything. Load it into the back of the vehicle and sort it out later. Channel 98 had refered to the crimes as the 'Unstoppable ramraiders' given to that nothing seemed to slow them down, not traffic bollards, not reinforced walls, nothing. Eventually when they found shadowrunning they stopped performing them, and let the crimes become one of the great unsolved misteries of the era. Up close, it's easy to see why they got that name. The truck is like the unholy love child of a snowplow, a bulldozer and a main battle tank. It carries fake corporation tags so Lone Star wouldn't harass them, an armoured car company, you knew it could be changed at a drop of a hat with it's spoof chips and chameleon coating.
Wasteland herself doesn't put up a fight, hefted and carried back to the van. There is silence. Bnc has her blood sample secured within the medical kit. Did the local population simply... miss this giant automatic gunfire?
bnc, Krestov, your departure for the team's van is both effortless and uneventual.
Slobbertooth, somehow, you manage to get the van to the exfiltration point without blowing out it's transmission.
Torrent, you are the sneakest person that ever was, and you are now close enough to touch a piece of Seattle history. You don't see anyone, and no windows look down at this direct position. In fact, as far as you can tell, someone would have to be on the street or on a roof to see you from here, and you see neither of those two.
