Vincent desperately slammed the turbo boost. With a blue-sparking screaming whine tesla-electric motors spun up with overcharged haste. His battered vehicle hurtling forward, rattling violently under the strain as the gears cycled higher. The toxic green-grey dust and haze of a long dead neo-victorian wasteland obscured the pursuing gang of ragtag marauder vehicles, making it harder to anticipate the manoeuvre. Lady Miriam's eloquently shouted directions were drowned out by a gaussian cacophony of engines and heavy gunfire. Given enough time, and luck, their team could make the distance and deliver the plague cure.
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