Baz laughs at Akiada. The Land Rover bounces over something, and there's a large red spray up the side. "Well let's face it, this thing ain't gonna be serving in the military anymore! Plus, well. Couple scythes on the wheels, maybe a snowplow scoop or cowcatcher on the front, that'll deal with anything in the way."<br/><br/>He pauses, then says something a little pessimistic. "Let's face it- this virus's probably taken out most of the USA, if not the world- last time I checked the fucking<span style="font-style: italic">internet</span>was down. That's gotta be a bad sign, right? Know I sound pessimistic, but I don't rate our chances of survival very high- but who cares? I say we go down the same way we came into this world, kickin' an' screamin'. If we're gonna die... I wanna die the way I was designed to. A gun in my hand, a cigar in my mouth, and a battlecry on my lips." He pauses, and adds "An' a live frag on a deadman switch in me pocket." He takes a short, angry puff of his cigar.<br/><br/>"So what if we're gonna die? I vote we give it all we got, and if we die, we take as many of these poor bastards with us as we can. " The General snorts a laugh "'Sides. Last desperate throws of the dice come up double-six surprisingly often. Let's make our last throw in<span style="font-weight: bold">STYLE!</span>"