The limo sputters into the gas station on fumes, crapping out just as it coasts up to the pumps. The attendant comes out of his tiny kiosk, running towards the vehicle with some excitement.
Without asking, the man moves toward the pump and begins the process of filling the limo by removing its gas cap.
The gas attendant is a bit taken aback by Moten's appearance, but does not make any sort of remark as he exits the vehicle.
Outside, Moten sees two cars parked behind the kiosk. One looks like it could barely hold two people, let alone five. The other could probably do the job, although no where near as comfortably as the limousine.
Brian is still coming off a bit of a high as they wait for the FBI man to get back, riding off the end of the rush one tends to get while trying to shoot down helicopters from a moving - and stolen - limo. Checking over the MP5 to make sure it's still up to snuff, and reloaded, he turns to Carla, giving her a crooked grin.
"What was that you were saying about after I shoot down the helicopter luv?"
"Bullocks." says Brian, stepping out of the limo and cold-cocking the pump attendant with his MP5.
Rifling throught the attendant's coveralls, he finds a set of keys.
"Get that Russkie out of the limo and let's get going."
Soon, the Team is plugging along the highway in the stolen Lada. They travel about 5km where the road crosses over a river with a fairly large town on the other side of the bridge. Crossing, Moten instructs Ayumi to drive around until they find a payphone, no telling who's monitoring the airwaves now. They find a phonebooth in front of a small restaurant, it appears to working with a faint dial-tone.
The COBRA purrs softly as it rides back to Novosibirsk; Peter's still trying to grab the right police frequency while the car's stereo blurts out a mixture of atmospheric big beat music. Annoyed with the lack of progress, Peter dials down the music and turns to the back seat.
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