Friday, September 11, 2015

100 Words a Day 692

They heard their new ride before they saw it. It had a throaty growl, like Zubar plains cat. As it crested the hill behind the workshop it gave a mighty roar and seemed to leap into the air. The landing sent the frame bouncing. The driver recovered quickly and pushed the accelerator, sending the metal machine shooting down the road. As the vehicle neared, more details became apparent. There was a ram mounted on the front and spikes under the windows, to prevent anyone from climbing through them. The open bed in the back was mounted with a harpoon launcher.

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