Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the Tornado’s magnetic winch. As the metal clattered against his chassis, the sky finally broke. A real tornado—a towering pillar of black grit—began to drop from the clouds.
"Two minutes to intercept," Jax crackled over the comms to his wingman. DBM TORNADO - Dirty Target
As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire. Harpoons whistled past his roll cage, and molotovs bloomed into orange flowers against the sand. Jax didn't flinch. He hit the toggle for the , and the Tornado kicked up a blinding wall of grit, masking his position. Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the
He disappeared into the dust, a ghost in a machine, leaving nothing but tire tracks and the echo of a dying engine. Jax reached out