It seemed that Destiny's path resembled a double helix as a deafening blast boomed through the air. The rear window of the car shattered, and the group realized that a bullet had been fired from the left.<br/><br/>There was no time, no time at all. Such was the environment of Nymphetamine; ruthless, murderous... lethal. At any given moment, one could find themselves either at the pinnacle of happiness... or at the sedentary grip of death. Such was the environment of Nymphetamine.<br/><br/>"Damn it..." Justin huffed. The sniper was visible now, though he was too elevated to discern. A flurry of shots were possibly seconds away, and Justin acted quickly. "Get behind the car, DO IT." Justin dived behind the car with amazing celerity, reaching there before the others could react.<br/><br/>The bar suddenly had grown still and quiet, so unusually still and quiet. However, the noise soon picked up again as it was apparent no one of relevance or visibility was shot at.<br/><br/>Such was the environment of Nymphetamine.