So discovered Good old Darren Goldstone was one unlucky son of a bitch, managed to place himself in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time,
You can just picture me out chillin by my trucks in a little town away from any civilisation, what's that I hear approaching from the east? the vechile sounds I hear are familiar, it's not a strider or ifrit, maybe it's a large truck, no it sounds different, holy shit police hunter x2 rolling in convoy over the hill straight toward me!!! What the fuck I jump in my off-road and gun it with both hunters in hot pursuit, shit it's bloody SRT I can tell by the names and gear I can see on the officers in both hunters. I quickly realise I'm not going to outrun them through some clear paddocks, I turn back into the town I'd just been chased through cut through an alley trying to find some obstacles that might prove narrow enough for the off-road but l leave the hunters begging, I look back in the rear view for one sweet second I think I've got a chance here the road behind me is empty then my rear view is full of the imposing front end of a hunter back on my tail. I swerve behind a building but I clip a stone wall and blow out my front tire, shit I'm out on foot I take a few bounds before bullets start flying around me, just as I take cover behind the house I'm winged high in the shoulder, I scramble into the house behind me,take refuge inside closing the door trying to regain my breath and think for my next move but there is footsteps all around they have me surrounded! I hear the familiar pop and hiss of a gas grenade, my vision goes blurry I hear a door open and squeeze down on the trigger of my rifle the last thing I hear is the muffled shots of a silenced mxm, feel the deep thuds and realise that the sound is the bullets tearing into my flesh from close range and then it all goes black...
A lesson to all the criminals out there to watch your back you never no when a crack SRT team will be around your neck of the woods on their way to a training excersise and happen across you when you least expect it. I know Darren didn't but i guess you just have to ask yourself when you fill up that truck full of weed, are you feeling lucky punk, well are ya?