2 Weeks before Wasteland Contra
20 miles from CTD checkpoint Rose's Cantina
Contra, Kevin, and Fred Pulled up 200 feet from the train.
“Get me in close,” said Contra. He got out of his seat and slid down the hood of the jeep. Contra took a deep breath and jumped for the train rail. He climbed to the top and saw a New Paso guard. He pulled his pick-knife and jumped on the guard, knocking him unconscious. He then vaulted the gap to a shipping container, hooked the guard with his pick-knife, and yanked him overboard. One of the USRC escorts noticed him.
“Kevin!” yelled Contra. Kevin pulled their jeep closer and Fred started firing on the USRC soldiers. Contra ran across the coal car and leaped up to the engine and Pulled the guard off. He heard gunfire and shots whizzing by his head. He turned around to see New Paso guards filing out of the caboose.
“Blast,” he muttered. “Should' a checked that.”
20 miles from CTD checkpoint Rose's Cantina
Contra, Kevin, and Fred Pulled up 200 feet from the train.
“Get me in close,” said Contra. He got out of his seat and slid down the hood of the jeep. Contra took a deep breath and jumped for the train rail. He climbed to the top and saw a New Paso guard. He pulled his pick-knife and jumped on the guard, knocking him unconscious. He then vaulted the gap to a shipping container, hooked the guard with his pick-knife, and yanked him overboard. One of the USRC escorts noticed him.
“Kevin!” yelled Contra. Kevin pulled their jeep closer and Fred started firing on the USRC soldiers. Contra ran across the coal car and leaped up to the engine and Pulled the guard off. He heard gunfire and shots whizzing by his head. He turned around to see New Paso guards filing out of the caboose.
“Blast,” he muttered. “Should' a checked that.”