<br/><div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/73/04/7304dc8f10fe674ae218fcb15bf72b4e.jpg)</div><strong>Meathead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F45IckRWiHbGrf37buxSoLRk0CW4GhpKEC8bDNExUSk/edit)<br/>Popping out of the window beside him, his weight resting on the door Meat aimed backwards at the perusing mass of vehicles. He picked a single vehicle in the center of the pack and leveled the rifle. For a hair's breath he aimed, and letting out a light breath held as he squeezed the trigger. The weapon barked a rapid 3 count as he hit his target in the center, the round piercing into the engine block of the vehicle. He braced for the bumps that would be coming as he readied for another shot soon as he felt he could.